In star‑wrought crystal burned a living fire,
A light unbroken since the world was young.
No forge but spirit shaped that secret pyre,
No hand but one from whom all songs are sprung.

They shone like prayers sealed in a holy stone,
Too pure for oath or grief to hold or bind.
Yet hearts were stirred, and kingdoms overthrown,
For beauty fierce enough to unmake mind.

Still in the dark, their hidden radiance gleams—
One in the sea, one in the deathless sky,
One in the earth where sorrow folds its dreams,
Each guarded now by silence none defy.

So let their light remain beyond all will—
A shrine of fire the world remembers still.