I wrote a beautiful, verbose poem for you all, but Riddler went and scrambled the whole thing up! Can you figure out the order of the lines and put it back together again for me? And while you're at it, can you discover what the poem was about?
Else you'll find them quite well-guarded
A drinker who is called the same
An orphan, cinematically
A pound of text with speech not florid
Swedish metal takes this name
When skip was blue, at birth he wore it
You count on them to win the game
Written rule, with one before it
And bywords of reality
Historic sacred melody
Dolly sang it, we adored it
A young pig's tag, an all-time great
Some adorned and openhearted
A certain group has now departed
History doth these create
A father of the highest fame
Together here we rule your fate
With NASA's help, it all was started
In others magic worlds await
A hint that's not really a hint:
Focus on figuring out what the lines are referencing first. Once you do that, discovering the true order of the lines should be trivial. Also, since I said it in a comment, I'll repeat it here: Each line represents something different. Kind of.
A hint that's really a hint:
There are a couple of lines that should be possibly to figure out without knowing the pattern or the order -- I'd reckon that "A young pig's tag, an all-time great" and "With NASA's help, it all was started" are the two easiest. If you can figure those two out, you should have no problem figuring out the overarching theme and working backwards from there.