When the sun grew hungry
it started to devour
his three near planets -

to feed the fire
he grows for.

And nobody asked
if the planets agreed.

And nobody asked
if the fire was worth it.

Only that it burned.
Only that it lasted.

The sun that cannot be fed
feeds on what it loves.

He is our grand grandfather
As yet our last boss.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 1002 AF.