In the dust of times
the sands of memories
lies the tale of tales
an epic of destiny
long long ago
in an age before history
lived fairies and their ilk
on earth with mortal men
sages they were
keepers of lore
masters of magic
and shapers of dreams
with powers beyond
our grasping notions
silhouettes of gods
still mortal beings
they lived in harmony
with humans of yore
till humankind discovered
the merits of science
with tools and knowledge
we soon unearthed
a power much greater
then the fairies themselves
for in our hands
God placed the mastery
as caretakers of earth
we can shape its destiny
sages they were
lore they kept
but bound they are
by celestial quips
we however
are unrestricted hence
the world to our will
can we ultimately bend
as more and more
of science we gleaned
more tools discovered
and knowledge unearthed
nature and fairies
holds no more expense
but are resources
to be consumed post hence
as nature withers
under our ravaging hand
so is the power of fairies
withered in recompense
bringing up the moment
magic's time to die
so ends an age of earth
the last days of Aquarius
sadly in repose
pondering their fates
the fairy court decided
upon a plan of escape
to a mirror world
will they descend
into a secret place
beyond space beyond time
a pocket dimension
created on the ends
a faraway plane
as yet untouched by science
sealed of from the earth
by a dazzling facade
a temporal gateway
bending space and time
so fled the fairies
to the lands beyond
leaving behind allies
their human clients
but not forgotten
nor left behind
but left with the means
and the plot to a plan
twelve tribes they were
the followers of the fairies
left behind to scheme
for the return of their liege
with them were twelve keys
twelve majestic artifacts
objects of great power
and the keys to the wall of lights
with each lies a power
given to individual tribes
together and in concert
they could open the gates of light
it is said that beyond this gate
lies the armories of Ra-Magda
where the ancient fairies keep
their terrible weapons of power
beyond the armories
lies the halls of Bal-Seeka
where the fairies left a taste
of their glory and their lore
beyond the halls
lies another set of doors
watched upon by Tem-Por
the dreaded fairy-lord of war
herein lies a riddle
the fabled words of power
to open the way hither
to the fairies' last refuge
so the fairies fled away
their followers slaved their plans
until the coming of the day
when Aquarius walks again
a man named Al-Hambra
got wind of all their story
sketching upon paper
a journal of their plans
the stories he told
of the tribes in hiding
the details he divulged
of the artifacts in question
but word got out of him
and the telling of his deeds
pursued he became
by assassins in the night
fearing of the worst
he hid his work and ran
leaving clues and hints
in the annals of literature
in the kingdom of Sudan
a knife did enter his back
piercing skin
and going through his heart
so ends his tale
the story of Al-Hambra
but his journals lies hidded
awaiting a discoverer.
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