Her hair is flame
Her eyes volcanic ash
Rays of glorious sunshine fill her aura
Cleansing
Burning away what does not belong
Chasing away shadows
She uses drops of sunlight
In her potions
She drinks in the light
And she glows
Those with darkness inside
Call her a bad, wicked witch
Because they are enraged
At what her light exposes
Jealous of the way she shines
Of the way her very presence
Casts darkness aside
And beneath her feet
Where they belong
She is under the light of Apollo
A seer of truth
And exposer of it
Her name is Soliel
Is Sunna
Is Amaterasu
Is Saranyu
Is Malina
Is Beiwe
Is Sól
Is Eos
Is Neaera
Is Theia
Is Aurora
Like the sun
Her only purpose
Is to emit light
To warm
And sustain
But make no mistake
She is made of fire
As quickly as she warms you
Will she also burn you
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
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