Sun's rays

The beloved rising suns Facing forth the millions of wondering sights, Each face with a questionable look, Bestowed upon the glistening, lighting skies. A symbol of pure power, Shinning with its entire simple splendor. All that gives off life and power with its individual rays. Each, providing a new time. An alternative, Above the darkened paths, And whispering, Tempting hollows of what are shadows. Each rise and fall of the king, Represents a full new blown out batter. Then the knight awakes, With its symbols and proud wounds, To provide an alternate source of light— To those whom need the guidance.