I started this as a tanka. I went two syllables over.
His highness peeping Over a spectacular horizon He comes blazing bathing the Day with Rays of warmth His penetrating gaze Racing through impeccable skies To his flawless event he slowly Bows casting ripples out to The other side through darkness Of dusk a quiet yawn His THRONE Rising dawn flames from ocean To desert He's known
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