Essubis: Book of Song

With Fire comes Ashes

In a kingdom showered in gold,
A race was praised for stories told,
Of their glory and their might,
And their conquests in the light.

But in the shadows, a black lion roamed,
Its presence felt but never shown,
For it was hidden in golden armor,
Masking the truth with its glamor.

The songs of torment played in the background,
As another race was buried in the ground,
Their ashes scattered in the wind,
Their stories lost, their lives thinned.

Fire and ashes, glory and gloom,
Life's infinite, fucked up, truth in bloom,
For every victory, there's a loss,
And every gain comes with a cost.

The truth is often hard to see,
Hidden by privilege and decree,
But the black lion in golden armor,
Will one day reveal its true honor.