For the First Born - In their memory

Fair they were, of flawless face
Not alike to mortal race,
Who in time shall wither, die
And light no star unto the sky.

O, their beauty, it is told
Is alike to legend old,
And in the forests they were seen,
For flowers sprung where they had been.

Oft portrayed in starlit hue,
In ocean deep, or morning dew,
So elusive, unafraid
Immortal passion there display'd.

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