Satellites
Fires of Io,
A simple blaze of grass,
Waters of Europa,
Quench the thirsts of the vast,
Surrounding all they know,
Sagittarius temptations of flames,
Courting the snow,
Of Scorpio blizzards,
Entrenching themselves in heat,
A burning fury fragments,
As the cool waters,
Enrapture the surface of the fiery vents,
Consecrated in the windy tongues,
Of berserking embers,
Whipping around in destructive lungs,
Are extinguished with vapory breaths,
Mixed together,
Furies and Quencharies,
Steaming the glass,
Created through the centuries,
As two would merge,
One would form,
A bond of love would surge,
Only to deteriorate over time.