Ancient sailors guided by, these glittering jewels of the night sky. Adrift in the universe, they mark their place. With their light come from space. Burning balls of nuclear gas, that daily we all see one pass.

I am known for emptiness, but I do not live. You might die in me.

A giant that sleeps beneath the sky, clad in a coat of stone and green, touching clouds with its mighty crown of white.

Invisible, I fill the space, no weight to hold, no shape or face. I slip through cracks, yet hold you tight, I hug you close day and night. I feed the flames and paint the sky. You see me not, but feel my touch, essential, yet you can’t clutch.

Breathing flames yet never burns, scales like armor, wings that churn. A myth of old, a tale untold, guarding treasures, fierce and bold.