Celestial Eclipse

In the centre of time lived an old man,wearing an uncanny smile. Fate entrusted him to be the weaver of days. This old Hermit had the power of life,inside his hands, would determine what would become, and what not. Pure gold webs hung from the walls,shiny essence drops of life, entangled inside,almost breaking the fine strands holding it vast. A silent wind blew quietly. Echoing the feel of loneliness. The sun and the moon he kept hidden from eachother... As their powers lay in this state of estrangement. The sun would burn at his brightest alone The moon would glimmer in all her beauty at night,alone. Forever to seek one another.Allowed only a glimpse of eachother every one hundred years. There love was ancient... Every one hundred years passed represented by one star. For the weary lovers to remember the coming of the next.