All celestial brilliance vanish in your presence, as my day starts with your prominence burn.
I judge the heat, I welcome your brilliance, the two are a pair, so after all is said your desire is my ruling.
My burns are the evidence of your terror, my meals the evidence of your mercy, how terrifyingly merciful you can be, the one who the world revolves around.
It's funny how it seems to me that you wane, when you mercifully allow someone else bask in your brilliance, a celestial brilliance terrifying and merciful.