There was a time of silver and gold,
With vast forests and soaring skies.
A kingdom of old
Of fire and light,
And tales to be told.
Silver had spread across the land,
Wielding fire and steel.
Rivers turned crimson and soil became ash,
Turning cold the hearts of man.
One day a boy found a small bird,
Its feathers like the sun.
He reached out a hand, and took it in,
Whispering a single word.
"Friends?"
In turn, the bird, made him a king,
With a crown of shimmering gold.
He warmed his heart and offered his own,
Knowing what the future would bring.
There was a time of silver and gold,
With vast forest forests and soaring skies.
A kingdom of old,
Of fire and light,
And tales to be told.
There was a time when silver fell,
A golden bird at his side.
The King's time now done, the battle now won,
His secrets he began to tell.
As the truth began to unfold,
Their souls were bared.
Then it was over,
The last breath was heard,
And what remained was the bond they shared.
The bird mourned his king,
His friend and his future,
Destined to someday return
To a kingdom of silver and gold.