The sun in all its beauty soaks my dutiful body in quiet pearls.
Just one glance at my master makes me invincible.
What can light be? Speak for I have spoken.
I have spoken but the sun, my master, does not allow me to speak.
Although Joyous, my master holds a hidden secret.
For through our mortal sufferings he becomes immortal,
And through our worship comes an even bigger prize.
A love which strands him far away.
Even I have teared for him.
And with those Golden tentacles he will continue to hold onto his prey. I will serve until those golden rays are gone,
So that life must sleep a wondrous slumber,
upon the darkness where we were created.