The magical world was a blank slate
Where creatures many could decide their fate
Beings of power walked this land
With magic in their veins or wand in hand.
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Wizards and witches could create and destroy
Hunting and running brought werewolves joy
Dragons could fight, they had great might
Unicorns could heal, the fairies were bright.Â
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This world needed a protector, and it had one
The phoenix soared through the sky, bringing light like the Sun
It spread hope where it went, it was a creature pure
It used all of its strength to keep the world secure.
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`However in this world, of darkness there were signs
Rooted in the soil were dangerous black vines
They were the creation of the Dark One, who only brought about death
 Who used the creatures and their magic, until they took their last breath.
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Darkness following light was natural but the spread was too strong
The extent of the right was shadowed by the wrong
Creatures evil appeared, manipulative and deceptive
To permanently destroy them, no trick was effective.
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They brought war and tragedy and perils great
Warriors fought them, eager to bring the world to its former state
The phoenix fought hard, trying to destroy the Dark One’s power all around
In waves of carnage, the once blessed land drowned.
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Warriors fell in battle, more brave beings took their place
Greed spread through the world, anger and jealousy at an equal pace
The vines rooted deep couldn’t be removed
When the phoenix died and turned to ash, it seemed everyone was doomed.Â
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All hope was gone, it seemed the Dark One had won
In the vast battlefield, fighters stood none
But then the ashes caught fire, a hidden form stirred
From the bright warm flame, rose the pure golden bird.
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What was wrong may be always there, but the phoenix would also return
Every time it was killed, the ashes would once more churn
The phoenix returned to fight, the Dark One was killed
With joy and faith, the world was once more filled.Â
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It is important to fight, to always move ahead
Evil can be destroyed, even if it returns and brings dread.
A single flame can illuminate the world, no matter how dark
The fire can always be lit, we just need to be the first spark.
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