Born to Peace in time of nothing,
spawned by Chaos in his loathing,
one sister of breath over them all.
Born to Peace in desperation,
spawned by Difference in his discrimination,
two sisters to divide the hours.
Born to Peace in creativity,
spawned by Dance in his festivity,
three sisters to govern form.
Dark and Light from two taking,
blue and black her colors shading,
dawn and dusk a war forever making.
Flame puckers air rippling,
Dust invades blue, eclipsing,
and raindrops sketch lines, stippling.
A place for glow, nightshade, condensation,
another for burning, sunflower, evaporation,
opposites for each situation.
Three of last have physical entity,
together all live in serenity,
to seven sisters can you give identity?
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