Push Me, Pull You

Push Me, Pull You

To determine who is pushed or pulled,
One must look to the heavens.
Does the dawn challenge night?
Or are they at elevens?

Ancient peoples like the Inca's
Prayed to the shining sun.
Wiccan's on the other hand,
To the moon were drawn.

Is the light of day the stronger
Of the heavenly stars?
Or is the darkness with its cloak,
Winning all the wars?

And if one wanted to be fair,
What happens in an eclipse?
Does the world shine brightly?
No! In muted darkness it sits.

So just this once I will answer
The question which is at hand,
The sun is hauled 'round its course
By the moon's laughing man.

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