Hail to the Master of the Day!

Golden and bright, you rise before the Sun,

The mists seek refuge before your burning smile

And the morning wafts flesh-pink

Over the standing corn.

We greet your coming with opening eyes

And open arms that stretch to honor you.

Skinfaxi’s rider, glowing behind the horizon

And then bringing that glow

Through a thousand clouds,

May your coming always be joy

In our eyes and in our hearts.

(Artwork from the Giants' Tarot by Nenya)