Plasma-wrapped tyrant,

Hurling solar storms and spite—

A cosmic bully wielding radiation 

Like brass knuckles of light.

Bloated with hydrogen,

You squat at space's center,

Demanding planets dance your waltz

While stars glimpse your splendor.

I'd challenge you face-to-face,

But you're all bark and burning—

Eight billion miles of empty threats,

Celestial wheels turning.

Your flashbulb theatrics 

Blind astronomers to tears.

Even your closest neighbors

Keep their distance through the years.

Behind that burning mask,

Do you feel the void's cold bite?

Forever cursed to shine so bright

None can see past your light.

Each dawn, you paint yourself

In glory none can share—

A king without a kingdom,

A throne too hot to bear.