Long ago there was an age of God's and light this age was the
Age of Fire
The flame that formed this age dwindled until not was left but embers as many linked it in a attempt to continue on this prosperous age of light.
But all things must end and the greatest lights cast the greatest of shadows.
And so the flame dies for the final time with one unsalable despite the efforts of the undead, but the Lord of cinder and the creator of this age is restless and guards the flame even in death. Lay his soul in rest and release him from the chains on which he burdened himself with.
Let the flame fall or link it the result will not change for no more can the flame burn and in so man shall take hold of this world in which God's once walked.
Where God's fought to protect their age, but merely postponed the inevitable as they withered away even he who first linked the flame.
Lay sleep now as the gods are no more and no more is the age of fire.
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Final Tribute
PoetryThis is a Tribute to the Dark Souls Series as it has ended. This a Tribute to the end of the age of fire.
