The beauty of life itself spread its golden wings across the land,
For hours light had fought the darkness,
Emerging victorious if only for a time,
The battles of light and dark were eternal.
Deeper than the darkest ocean,
Higher than the brightest star,
The shadows emerge, forced back by the light,
The everlasting cycle of each new moon.
Amidst the chaos still rise new warriors,
As everlasting as the battles themselves,
Players within the shadows and glory within the light,
Each to his own destiny.
A quest of honor,
The gladiators rise high above the clouds,
As serpents await below,
As you soar between,
Shadows cowering in your glory,
Gladiators fleeing in fear,
The eternal balance of the world within your wings.
Rising to the sun which turns to the moon,
Across the darkness of enchanted forests,
Through the rays of light battling from above,
To return to the crystals deep within darkness.
Gems emitting light from all,
Darkness consuming the depths,
A balance between two great enemies,
Where no battles arise from shadows or descend from above.
Here you rest among shadowed light,
Watching as the shadow fight the light below,
Descending darkness across the land,
Wondering when a peace will be found between them.
This sacred place when shadowed light exists,
Where the shadows play within the light,
Where crystals shine bright within darkened walls,
Where the symbol of darkness becomes a warrior of light.
Where silver dragons rest.