Something i wrote in the library out of boredom

We counted the stars through the night, crouching side by side, the willow’s branches whispering like wind. Eclipse’s eyes were as bright as the sun. She turned black to white, shade to sunlight, dark to bright. Dawn to dusk. The sun rises; Eclipse magicks it across the sky and into the sea. She holds the moon in the curl of her tail-tip and moves it around Earth. The sun is small, a bonfire we can touch and hold. During nights we frisk through our dreamscape. The sun is our lamp. We count the stars and the night slips by. Eclipse stands at the corners of my eyes, holding the sun and the moon. I turn to stare as she dances around me, the sun shining and the moon lit by the sun. I hold the Earth. It spins as I turn, chasing Eclipse. I ask her to look at me with her sun-bright eyes, bring me closer to her; she refuses, and I slipped into an abyss of pain and confusion and anger, whirling together. My entranced thoughts turned into fantasies. I didn’t turn as Eclipse danced past, and I stared into her sun-bright eyes. Every touch was ice and fire. I was burning, blood-red flames springing inside me. My crown, Earth, tumbled from my head and ashes took over me and Earth bounced along the stone; Eclipse danced away from me, chasing Earth as it rolled away from us, but I couldn’t dart after Eclipse, like I used to. Time slipped by, in a way, as Eclipse sprang further away. I called for her, but she didn’t turn, she couldn’t hear my cries. I had been a mirage. A shadow. She couldn’t see me.