Based on the WIngFeather Saga books, Write me a poem based on what happened in this following paragraph; make the poem like a warning to Sara to obey her elders.
“You must hide.” Sara looked at the ground, her feet circling in the damp, soft snow. “Look, you’re young, you just broke out of the Fork Factory a few months ago, and undergone a lot recently. You need some rest.” Sara looked up at Gammon menacingly.
“I’m ready to fight. I can’t just sit around and do nothing!”
“You can, to your room, and don’t come out until I say so.” Sara let out a noise of rage and anguish then stomped down the snow-covered steps to her room. She sat on her bed, fidgeting with her hands in deep thought. While the battle raged outside, between the warriors and the Fangs, Sara grabbed a book and flipped through the pages. Until one page caught her eye.
Listen, Sara, to the words of the wise,
Obey your elders, heed their advice.
You may be young, full of fire and fight,
But rest is needed to keep your light.
Do not rush into battle, headstrong and bold,
Take time to reflect, let wisdom unfold.
You have escaped the Fork Factory's cruel grip,
But danger still lurks, don't let your resolve slip.
Your elders know best, they have seen much,
Listen to their guidance, their words are a crutch.
Do not let rage consume you, cloud your mind,
Obey their orders, be patient and kind.
For in the midst of chaos, in the heat of the fray,
You must trust in your elders, let them lead the way.
So take this warning, let it ring clear,
Obey your elders, for they hold you dear.
Don't mention Sara; make it like an ancient text that has nothing to do with her right now.
In the time of old, when snow lay soft and white,
The elders spoke, in wisdom's guiding light.
They warned the young, with fire in their eyes,
To heed their words, before the battle's cries.
Rest, they advised, in the peace of your room,
Do not let rage consume, or lead to doom.
Listen to the elders, their knowledge vast,
In their guidance, your strength will last.
For in the heat of battle, when warriors clash,
Obey your elders, avoid the brash.
Let patience guide you, in the midst of strife,
And wisdom's hand will guide your life.
Could you write me another one?
In the ancient days of snow and frost,
The elders' words were not to be lost.
In times of war, when danger loomed near,
They spoke of rest, of calm and clear.
Listen, young one, to the wisdom of age,
In their words lies wisdom beyond the page.
Do not let anger cloud your sight,
Trust the elders, in darkness and light.
For in the chaos of battle's roar,
Their guidance will lead you to shore.
Obey their counsel, let patience be your guide,
In their wisdom, true strength resides.
Could you write another one for me but make it different from the others, and who wrote these poems? Give the person who wrote them a unique name
In the days of yore, when snow blanketed the ground,
An elder wise, with wisdom profound,
Spoke to the young with a voice steady and strong,
"Rest, dear one, for battles long."
The sage of the village, known as Eldwyn the Wise,
Shared words of caution under winter skies.
"Listen to the elders, their counsel is key,
In their wisdom, find the path to victory."
Eldwyn's words echoed through the land,
Guiding the youth with a steady hand.
Heed his warning, let it ring true,
For in the elders' guidance, strength imbue.
But what is his full name? Can you give it to me so that I can add his name to the other poems?
In the ancient days of snow and frost,
The elders' words were not to be lost.
In times of war, when danger loomed near,
They spoke of rest, of calm and clear.
Listen, young one, to the wisdom of age,
In Eldwyn Frostheart's words lies wisdom beyond the page.
Do not let anger cloud your sight,
Trust the elders, in darkness and light.
For in the chaos of battle's roar,
Eldwyn Frostheart's guidance will lead you to shore.
Obey his counsel, let patience be your guide,
In his wisdom, true strength resides.
Eldwyn Frostheart also wrote poems soothing and wise,
Guiding the youth with a steady voice and eyes.
His counsel is key in the midst of strife,
In Eldwyn Frostheart's wisdom, find true life.