In the night sky, a cluster bright, sisters sparkling in celestial light. Born of myth and ancient lore, a stellar gathering to adore. What am I, among the stars, guiding sailors from afar?

Round and round it goes, hidden in a cloud of itself. A fake star it glows, with help it glows brighter. Not a single sea, or life as far as the eye can see. Cold it is not, it will take you warmly without plea. Look up at night and you will see.

I watch over a land of dust, gold as the sun I have been scarred, yet I still remain vigilant In my presence kings may yet rest, but never shall I in my quest for answers

In the north I am hot, In the south I feel gray. The sixth of twelve is my lot, My squire is solstice day.

I have everything yet, Feels so empty. I have so much light, Yet it is so dark.