Tale Pertaining to the Death of the Sun

A failed attempt of a child's poem. It probably has some strange subliminal meaning.

Oh, how fun,
the vain old sun
has slit his wrists
and now it’s done

Oh, how soon,
the evil moon
destroys the corpse
to change the mood

How did he die?
How did he die?
Someone whispers suicide

If only they knew,
if only they knew,
the sun was murdered by the moon


March 6, 2008
Full title: A Fairytale Pertaining to the Death of the Sun