The troubled times and a heart of gold,
searches market where ’s happiness sold.
A piece of tempest,
sun with dazzled shines.
A future to behold and past left behind.

There on a platform with a golden stage,
naive child speaks of a complex maze.
Befitting all but one in kind,
curious leaps on the strands of time.
A match is stuck, burning bright,
rekindles a fire that’s in it’s mind.

Savage trials, for a more savage race,
barbaric laughs and weary chase.
A tiny speck is enough to light,
darkest corners of caverns fill’d and
give the heart to run, and will to fight.

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