Poem for the Fate To Come

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There lay in the mountain, is the Arkenstone
a beauty rare and sweet, her voice echos and twinkles like a star
she is a forbidden fruit for which you can't resist to taste
You can not look away from her
nor could you disobey her

She beckons you to hold her
love her
cherish her
worship her
for she is not just any jewel
she is a goddess
A queen under the mountain

now her crown has been improvised
"a new king as reigned under the mountain
of fire, scales, and death
his roar is law now
and she must please him
"no matter the price too heavy.

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