The Ram

His eyes are the void of space.

His cloak is the windblown clouds.

His skin is the pale newness of nebulae and

his sword is sunlight.

The tides of the sea echo in his one ear.

The blue waves of the sky swell around his feet

and stars crown him.

He bleeds shadows but

from his form comes light.

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