The Sun

[billy]

hi again eric.
more or less the same feedbackl for this as i gave for the moon riddle. the last line feels a bit like a Jamaican drug dealer
try and make what it is you're trying to achieve less obvious.

Mourning-raises and evening-out Set
Exploding and uniting vapors are my everlasting fodder
Orientating the sphere of existence around me
Golden locks beard my youthful face
Stolen am I, but gained, lost, and redistributed throughout the cycle
A vital ingredient for games of production, reproduction, and sustenance am I
A creator for, a destroyer of, and a sustainer-of-all am I
My kisses are randomly discharged into the vastness
Infinite amounts of livelihood is what offers I