The Man Who Outshone the Sun King

There once lived a man
Rather, not once, but many times.
Every time he lived, he lived in gold,
The sort that floods your room in the morning.
His was the brilliant glory that rested in the bottom of Seine et Marne.
But two suns cannot compete, especially the rays
Which lace the robes of a king.
So they threw him in the dark rank of a mask
Where few rays penetrated.
And altho’ he passed into the other world
His beauty reigned amidst the clouds
As the man who outshone the sun king.





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