His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.
Let the stars of the twilight of it be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,
They are joined one to another. They stick together, so that they can't be pulled apart.
Out of his mouth go burning torches. Sparks of fire leap forth.
His head and his hair were white as white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire.