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In legends of old, in myths long ago,
in the deep mystic places that no one can know
before time was a thought, before land, sky, or sea;
when not life, breath, nor moment had started to be;
deep in the darkness, in the fathoms of night,
grew a powerful fire shining golden and white.
Out of flames walked a king great and tall,
Eternal, with power to rule over all.
Darkness shattered like glass when he brought forth his light,
and it hid in the caves or 'neath earth out of sight.
For his power, a lightening, sped thr'out all the land and not one living nor dead could his wonders withstand.
It is said at his moment, with his son by his side,
the king turned t'ward the fire and thrust his hand deep inside;
drawing out of it's flames life of sky, sea, and earth,
giving peoples a name, a home, and a birth.
But the darkness, which had crawled out of the way,
soon found homes in hearts, stead of shadow and cave.
It corrupted the living ones as if they were dead;
and darkness crept into the world, once again.
So the king in his mercy upon all the lands,
stirred up the great fires with his miracle hands
and created a stone of blood, flesh, and earth
to renew his lost servants and give them rebirth.
It is this very stone which gives hope in the darkness.
When the dragon moves close, it's the king's silent witness.
Known only to some, their greatest desire.
These are known as Servants of the Sacred Fire.
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