She Was The Sun

A story poem that inspired my name

Once, she was the Sun

And oh how she shone

 

Her golden hair fell in reys

Effortlessly framing her face

Contrasting the tan skin

Of her shoulders and back

 

Her eyes were so bright

They could blind you

If you stared for too long

Their light too pure

 

The warmth of her laugh

Was a gift to the world

It could make frost melt

And flowers grow

 

Her light sparkled and gleamed

Only growing stronger

As her world grew darker

Seemingly endless was her light

 

But the night had his ways

His darkness encompassing

He seeped into her cracks

Seeking her flaws and her shames

 

And before she knew it

She was no longer the sun

Just an empty, dim shell

With no power to tell her story

 

But once, she was the Sun

And oh how she shone