The Sun King




This enraged the Sun. With fire and wrath, he declared: "If you will not sing, then you will be ash." And so his blazing form flared, wilting the flowers around her. But she pulled her hood tight, and the rays did not reach her. She would giggle as he seethed, and skipped upon her way.

The Sun did twist around his kingdom, passing the skies in a tantrum of heat. As the moon came and went, he ruled overhead once more. He sought the singing maiden, and once more he demanded. "Sing for me, maiden. Sing for me, and I shall bring bloom all around you." As the flowers at her feet grew and spread, she laughed the same laugh and shook her head.

"No, good Sun, I will not. I sing for none but I."