She is the sun,
gliding across the blackened sky
every morning to deliver rays of shine
to undeserving mortals.
She wears the empty wishes of fools,
and sits upon a saddle of dying flames.
As she rides, she traps the night within her flower,
only to release it by sunset.
She rides a star,
gems residing in its eyes,
never cracked,
for it is made of broken hopes.