Few can recall,
What had happened that cold night,
Where the sun did not rise and the moon broke into pieces,
And the tides whiped away the coats and the mainland froze...
The night the Dark Lord eradicated life,
Where the pitiful humans ran in the blackness and froze,
When everything disapeared,
And slowly, life ceased...
In his rage,
The Dark Lord cursed to the world,
The words leaving his lips,
As he turned his back on this now desolate space...
The curse foreshadowed,
That life wouldnever again sprout,
Andonce he came back,
Life would grow from the a single flower...
No life remained in the world,
Nothing would grow or live,
Where would a flower grow to sprout life,
In a desolate world full of ash and ice..?