Celestial Dichotomies of Heavenly Cycles

By numbers they are known
The seven and the nine
Celestial lights are thrown
Both shadowed and divine

The moon, a secret guide
In phases she doth wane
While Sol, in boundless pride
Brings forth his golden reign

In orbit they align
Yet opposite they tread
One gives the sacred sign
The other strikes it dead

Each planet's path is drawn
In cycles vast and deep
The light precedes the dawn
While darkness wakes from sleep

By three and four they turn
In endless cosmic dance
Where opposites do burn
And order flows by chance

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