Song of ice and fire

Among the long historical roots of creation,

I am but a sprout.

Among the fiery infernos of passion,

I am but a sparkle.

The icy terrains frozen for millennia,

Has begun to melt.

The emotions and yearning lying dormant,

Are now being felt.

Neither too red nor too green,

But the world in a yellow tint.

Neither too shallow nor too deep

Life as an untamed river,

Sparking river that lies between,

the stormy ocean and a calm sea.

This world 'twixt the heaven and hell,

That only some can see.

Such is a tale of budding flower.

Such is my song of ice and fire.

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