Lyra Rare

Lyra awakens at the edge of the sky, Big sister with a passionate heart, The first ignites at the zenith, Oh Lyra with magnetic grace! "Disappear," orders the elder, "Keep the skies illuminated!", Thus the sisters quarrel, At the twilight of darkness... But solitude is a curse: "Return to me at the eclipse..." "Without your shadow, I am nothing." "Nox, you are already so far away."