𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 | Coriolanus Snow

For dust he was, and to dust shall he return.

Upon the Sun, their fate was told.
To burn eternally was their job,
and to blaze whatever
crossed them was their sin.
Cursed with eternal fire,
pyrrhic victory was their demise.
And yet, they still rose
to face their next vow.
But upon the blizzards of ice cold,
warfares were flared with frozen glows.

Remember, little one..

You are, as long as the Sun is.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴
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