Starry Poems

The myth that melted

Once, there was a song of ice and fire

That would be played on harmonious lyre.

Siblings of the night, of glace and flames;

Novelty born, or so you proclaim.

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Protects the night with wind from far mire,

Once seen, they'll be ones you'll most admire.

Lovely lady of the starlit night

And divine lord of sky-filled moon light.

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Be aware, lest you meet icy breeze.

There'll be no blaze to help once you freeze

Don't get engulfed in his flames either,

There is no talk of mercy with her.

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Propheseid was that the scorching heart,

Lady had sought the true form of art.

The midnight ended with a blue moon,

She had heard the siren's tune too soon.

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The lord of red waited for the blue,

For so long, he can see not one hue.

Oracle was Gaia's scorching heart;

His flames are the valued source of art.

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In the far lands of both ice and fire,

Living there is not one should admire.

One wrong move, you'll feel the sibling's glares;

You might get buried in freezing flares.