The sisters

Beneath the heavens' vast and endless sprawl,

Two sisters stood, powers beckoning their call.

One, the Sun, with flames that kissed the sky,

The other, Space, with ice that reached on high.

Sunlight sister, radiant, fierce, and bright,

Longed for the cold in the depth of night.

Moonlit sibling, cool and calm and pure,

Craved the warmth she could not procure.

Their hearts, heavy with envy’s cruel embrace,

Drew them to a fateful, fiery place.

Sun's flames reached out, yearning for the chill,

While Space's frost sought warmth to fulfill.

In a clash of elements, sparks and shards,

Fire and ice, with disregard for guards.

Heat met cold in a tumultuous dance,

Their longing driving them to take a chance.

The Sun’s heart, once blazing with brilliant fire,

Froze over, gripped by a cold desire.

She felt the chill seep into her core,

Her warmth extinguished, to burn no more.

The Ice, in her quest for a golden glow,

Began to melt, a slow, sorrowful flow.

Her cool, serene presence, turned to steam,

Consuming herself in a fevered dream.

Their powers waned, their strength ebbed away,

Two sisters, once mighty, now held at bay.

In their final moments, clarity shone,

They saw in each other what they should have known.

Not rivals, but reflections of a whole,

Completing the tapestry of their soul.

Hand in hand, they moved towards the light,

No longer bound by envy’s blight.

Their last breaths whispered a truth profound,

That in each other, their true gifts were found.

Together they moved on, beyond the sky,

Eternal sisters, as stars on high.