three hares in a circle, their interlinked ears forming a perfect triangle

I am the sun,
that strikes at your skin,
in daylight feigned,
burned from within.
through drawn shades,
I shall creep in,
glaring at you with blame,
shine flare therein.
I am the light
that seeps through veins,
I’ll black out the moon,
through time I remain.

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