Purgatory of happiness and bliss,
A brilliant beacon of the love far exceeding that of a kiss.
Peace and unity,
Brilliance and clarity.
Until the reign of immorality.

Cries of pain plagued the land with the stallion's coming,
Trumpets and horns blared his armies' marching.
Steel struck Crystal and Crystal struck Steel,
And we forced the enemy to yield.
They came and passed,
But returned at last,
From a gorge of dark magic.
With intentions to cause devastation most tragic,
He descended upon us alone.
His heart frozen to stone.

That Somber knight,
Challenging the ancient rights,
My eyes beheld the terrible fright,
For at the end of that disputed night,
There remained nothing of our crystalline delight.

This wasn't a pilgrim claiming to have seen the light,
No!
For we felt no touch and breathed no air under his awesome might!

He preached his sovereignty,
Over our oligarchy.
And with ours spirits waning,
His power gaining,
The shadows of our souls became overbearing.

Our coats once gleaming bright and strong,
How dulled and unsaturated under his song!
We said, "Tear down the king of darkness and of shadow!"

Rising up, and falling down,
Our valiant efforts crushed into the ground.

Here we stand,
Shackled and chained,
Like animals to be restrained.

They gleam green his eyes,
Dancing with fires of envy.
For in his heart so black and sullied,
This king knows he must hurry.

There will come a day when freedom reigns,
And to the sky all our necks will crane.
Not once, not twice, nor thrice,
Oh no,
Four times the southern lights shall ignite,
Three falling, the final, restoring our crystalline delight.

By: JenkinsRevenge