The sister gods of sun and moon, hand in hand did rule. A guide for day and one for night, their people blessed in full. Then sister sun, as daylight broke, awakened bound in cord. Her flames were quenched, her life laid bare, her passion ripped and gored. Who?” she cried, “Who torments me so? And tears me from the day?” Her captor smiled, behind a mask they wore of bloodless grey. - The Azmeri Verses, 1:20-23

The Azmeri Verses 1-20-23

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