βπ broke the tether; ππ's confound.
Forevermore, they are still bound.
All that ππ mustered was in vain,
In dimmed darkness, there's a chain.
The regal Moon in night shines bright,
Her purposes affront πππ sight.
The summer Sun rose high, glared down,
Her fate entwined, she wears the gown.
All not for naught, ππ isn't swayed,
In freezing cold there's a shade.
Despair and promiseβthere's the deal.
A wayward child imprints the seal.
Rebellious thoughts born out of malice,
The status quo upsets the balance,
Three moving toward the Dark sublime,
Envisioned futures tear down the time.
"Now, then..."