The Harvest King's Shining Apple

The Harvest King so high up on his throne.

Casting a gaze down at the earth,

His flame burning hair warming the land.

Causing the fruit to grow high and mighty.

A shining core the God did favor.

His billowing robes casting a light for all to use.

But one day the light shone no more,

And the warmth of the land was gone.

The once shining fruit withered away to ash.

For the king did not stay.