i sit on the boat we bought, out at sea,
a place long forgot.
armed with a brush as my sword, and the canvas as my shield,
i set out to capture the Sun and all that it shines upon, i begin to wield.
as i focus on the mission at hand,
as my heart and mind blend,
a meer refraction of its perfection shone on to me and made me meek.
it was then i realised, i was weak.
i know then that my pride as a hero will fall.
becasue i could trap its magnificence in a thousand prisons on a thousand walls.
and be known as the hero who captured the blazing fury.
but in truth, i am the king born a man, made humble by the suns Majesty.
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