Great Sun

To most abstained

From loving himself

He will miss

A universe in gleam

Tailored for him

From the fibers of his dreams

To the actualization of his craft

Many angels grace his path

Among them

The sun shines bright

Guiding him to forge his own realm

Where shadows yield

Revealing forms for him to mold

In the crucible of awareness

Aided by the heat of his passions

In turn

Either fortify or soften him

Under The Great Sun

These shadows cannot surpass the limitations of your figure

They can only expand

Nor can they grasp at your radiance

They can only fall flat

before your Might