You silly little sunshine,
So put together at midday!
Tell me have you tried
Solving the riddle in your name,
Lost your eyes in the process
And could never find the pencil?
You twirl and giggle,
His feet are tired, arms sore;
Why does your head not groove?
Why isn’t the music in your bones?
You’re too bright, too loud
So much, that he fades; a shadow.
You’re either a piercing white,
Or a gold too yellow, too sunny.
Why do you never step down,
Pass on your crown,
Stop messing around
And leave this town?
Your laughter is a cackle:
Deafening, fierce, silent.
You stab, no scar, only burn
You scrub, unholy, devil sworn.
Yet here you are, the central:
Twilight’s little pawn.