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Forced into the cold
with no one to hold
his anger spikes
the danger he likes2
Alone is he
never to be
loved by she
the star he can see3
Astrid's her name
a star he can't tame
Acheron's to blame
the storie's the same4
Damn the goddess
clung by her bodice
Artemis the wench
his thirst he can't quench5
So now he reaches, for a star
her patience stretches really far
Astrid he loves, her sight long gone
Never again to be a justice pawn6
A gentle touch, reaches his soul
even when he thought he'd never be whole
her warmth encircles the beast
her touch a delightful feast7
So now he waits,
to receive or to take.
What shall be his final fate?8
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