The Fall of Goldenfire
by Nike
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I will tell you a tale in a time long forgotten
A time when Truth ruled the Realm
while the Waste Lands were of shadowed blight.
From the Shadow Witch's black loom, this darkness roamed.
It would surround, a prophecy once declared,
to plunge the Realm in chaos, and in darkness, doom.
Against of which the five lands together were bound,
Olympia in the middle, but Goldenfire was its center.

Goldenfire, a city whose fame shone with ruby gold flame
Whose citizens were said to be of phoenix bloodline
with wills no one can grind, born by fire, live and die by fire.
Hot and passionate. Like wildfire set on hot summer's day.
Goldenfire. Whose people loved, like no mortal living can.
Ruled by their beloved queen, strong as she was as wise,
and her red-haired daughter, a princess forged in battle.
Two slender torches against the dread power of night.

On a fateful day, the queen sent her daughter to battle
on a distant Amazon land that was in deep peril
for the Shadowitch and her clouds preyed on the land.
The people cried for help, the princess and her army was sent.
For days, nights, warm blood stained the ground
Goldenfire won the battle, but not the war. The dark shadow fled the land
Angering the Shadowitch, to Goldenfire , she gave this curse
Never again will it see the light of day, the city shall be as lifeless as stone.

Oh Goldenfire, whose hearts burn like candles in the dark.
The five lands trembled as the dread spell shook the earth,
In a single night, it scattered all that was bound.
Goldenfire. Never was before and never will be again,
In a single moment the golden city was no more.
Oh Goldenfire, the surrounding cities would only mourn,
No creature inside escaped the spell of living stone.
The city lost in a single spark, that was lost Goldenfire.


That was long time ago, the fall of Goldenfire
The five lands scattered forever
Olympia still in the middle, only a mountain in its center.
Forgotten was the glory of the tales that was long past
Yet sighs are heard deep under the mountain dust when all is still.
Listen closely, hear the mountain that was once a city, cry
Cry of a tale of a lifeless stone that was once fire
The tale of lost Goldenfire. Goldenfire. Goldenfire.