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Thirteen seals, thirteen rings. Thirteen keys for the Golden King
A king once told his forger to prepare him thirteen keys. Twelve were scattered far between, the last left to roam free
The crown of keys births greatness, mortal power transcend. But inside its grief is screaming, come to bring the end.
So gather ‘round the throne of hearts, O’seekers, o’guards! Cruel Master of the frail arts, collapse the house of cards!
The Seekers watch the forest for the forging of the crown. They await the jewel hanging threadbare, a heart to cast down
The jewel of the crown dreams of reprieve from the chase. But nothing under heaven can oust the dark from base.
They gather round with leering smiles, the heartless and the dead. Though his soul unwinds, the cruelest minds will be kept in his head.
The first key was brought to known by friendship boldly proclaimed. In exchange a hand was shown, though true nature yet unnamed.
In the skies the ship calls to light a fear of standing alone. Not much else is left in its wake, except a chance to atone.
The goddess set ablaze by her stolen heart awaits. In connections, a longing long buried resonates
A curse manifests as the lure of power does sweeten. Faced with friends, the jewel yields, the worst way to be beaten
By ancient blade a darkness bade a life into the world. Untimely cracked by chain and posion, the Master’s seed unfurled.
The dragon waits in shadows, her breath will scorch all lands. The heroes in the castle draw their swords and make their stands.
The heart restores fragments of truth and a city thought lost. But the question never asked is, of course, at what cost?
The key the sixth remained unheard, its cries of joys ignored. He stopped the knife for an innocent life, and gave it to the Lord.