Madness string 992

Random mermaid
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
I thought that if the light of the sun was hot, it followed that the light of the moon was cold. And that was why it was cold at night, because the moonlight was cooling it down.