Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Sun Burn

Pygmalion sculpted me of

Ivory, perfect woman who,

With me, fell so deeply in love.

Goddess Aphrodite did do

Granting his wish and gave me life,

Which made him such a happy one,

And we became husband and wife.

But jealous of us was the sun,

And one unhappy day when we

Were walking outside, the sun came,

And fired some burning rays at he,

Setting Pygmalion aflame.

Watching Pygmalion, stunned, I'll

Miss him much, now just ember pile.