Gaudy Poem by Unintelligible Susurration

The sun rises day and night
but it beckons a hollow fright
even if it shines bright.

Casting it's rays on Earth
it brings me delight
instead of the intended fright.

I go outside, ready to be warmed
Yet the clouds have become greedy,
wanting none to steal their precious light.

Lowering my head I go inside;
I need not glide.

The sun has appeared
calling for me to not go
But I will not be veered.

The sun I held so dear
I will no longer hear.

I shall turn to the moon -
The moon and it's gaudy tune.