The sun shines bright behind great clouds of white,
It's blinding light alleviates the blight,
Such a suitable name that precedes its fame,
You're the goddess of flame that I wish I could tame...
You're the shimmering hope that skims through my dreams,
Held responsible of healing these torn static limbs,
I wish I could sleep the slumber of a giant,
Make slave of this illusion, boldly defiant...
But such powers are only entrusted to the Gods,
Mortals are impotent in controlling divines odd,
We abuse His trust but yearn for so much more,
But all this heart desires is you, my paramour...
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