With his fire and light,
Burning with the brilliance
Of the stars on high.
Radiating power,
Creating magic,
Captivating all.
He does not act, he is.
At turns loving,
Masterful, vulnerable,
Alone.
We feel his pain and anguish,
We taste the salt of tears.
He strips his soul bare,
And we believe.
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