I saw Apollo cross the sky

Brilliant light, golden hair.
Across the firmament,
His chariot ripped.
Time slowed down,
Heaven surround.
He carried the star round the flame.
His lance shone its light.
Like pure silver,
The confluence of the rivers,
On his feet touched by divine.
He has fire.

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