A lone figure climbs, with heart aflame, To reach the sun, his soul's deep aim. With each step, a piece of him fades, Lost to the void, as he ascends. Memories, laughter, loved ones' faces dim, Sacrifices made, to reach the solar whim. His body weakens, eyes now dim with pain, Yet still he climbs, driven by the sun's fierce gain. At last, he reaches the solar throne, A figure of ash, a soul now overthrown. The sun's fierce heart, a furnace of gold, A price paid in full, for a story untold.