Resplendent

Liquid gold ran
From her fingertips,
As she began to melt,
Like so many
Before her.
But she would rise and
Rise again,
Resplendent
As the dawn;
A conqueror
Of death and
Of sorrow.
She brings the sun
To his knees.

– Poetry By M

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