Frozen Stars
These stars are frozen
they are in ill-luck
and out of favor
with the hanging heavens.
Slow building, long suffering
yet
through these nearly fifteen
years
the freezing grew little by
little.
The cup was filled
line by line
till brimming.
My heart tells me.
There is wealth in there,
there be arsenals,
but all be frozen.
That be the key to your
unfortunate misery, unfortunate
Poet-Seer.
These are my stars,
the frozen ones,
an unlucky Poet Seer,
with arsenals all frozen.
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