THE ETERNAL FLAME

    Aarav Tated
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    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.

     

    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. 

     

    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.

     

    `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.

     

    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.

     

    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.

     

    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. 

     

    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.

     

    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. 

     

    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.