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The Broken
The children of the season lived.
Their lives were different,
The sun rises,
It's child shines,
He was the light,
His words sounded so bright,
He took flight,
The child of frost felt spite,
The cold ran miles,
People found piles,
Piles of cold frozen hate,
The suns child took the bait,
He was locked out of the gate,
The seasons knew this was his fate,
The child of the sun looked at the great.
He begged for help,
In return, the seasons laughter made him yelp,
The child of frost felt empty,
He should have dropped the twenty,
Twenty of the gods laughed at his regret,
He made a threat,
The fire treated it like a treat,
The sound of screaming cries,
The seasons were just full of lies.