Summer's child, Gold and fair,
Winter's child, Left cold and bare.
Fire that burns, Sun that shines,
The ice that chills and the Moon that glows.
The caster of shadows, The shadow itself.
The glory of light, The perfect ideal.
The dark of the cast-off, the shame of this world.
The one who you loved, cherished, and worshipped.
The one you forgot, abandoned and lost.
These are the princes of Asguard.
Now one is the King, hailed and adored,
The other is gone, forever alone.
The one was a prince, the other twice over.
Yet the lesser succeeded, where the greater failed.