Satiated in time, rests her rings.

Acknowledging the vast prairie speckled with love.

Twisting the long days into lonely nights, she yearns for life.

Underlying cosmic prophecy, the gods totter as she wakes.

Reminiscent of old glory, her stories are more than faith, they are truth.

Nestled within the sun's own eyes, she rises beyond our skies

Spending our evening to take the old name she lost long ago,

Early as dawn she greets us with a starry glow.

Rich with confidence and humble hues,

Aspiring for legends in her lonely dreams.