Chapter 1:- Imagination
I live on the heat,
my life source,
my energy,
my foes captured me,
and set me in the ice,
my deathly draining,
my weakness,
I defend the helpless,
while upon them you do feast,
their flesh is your bread,
their blood is your wine,
and their souls are your delicacy,
and as I shiver in the cold,
my skin turned to blue;
slowly I am dying,
yet despite my woes,
I ignored my foes,
and remembered my friends,
who thus armed me with imagination,
which told me of the sun,
hence,dear villain,
I lived.