The bright white moon shone brilliantly
Over the oldest great forest
Nestled amid the mountain range
Isolated by the desert
The oldest forest, where it was said,
The fairies of legend still dwelt
Their merry dancing bringing light
To all the people of the land
The proud forest tucked into the valley
Stood guardian over the plain
Where lived two sisters, pure and sweet
The delight of all who saw them
Of their laughter tales were told
Of their radiant beauty
Alike, were they, in all ways but one
The one had hair as pale as snow
The other dark as ebony
Their spirits made the moon shine brighter
Over the old great forest
Nestled amid the mountain range
Isolated by the desert
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The valley was merry with their singing
The moon shone brighter still
Life was rich, and glad, and wonderful
In the valley filled with love
They had hearts of solid gold
They had hands of silk
They blessed the lives of all who came
To be comforted at their door
Yet no other love in the valley could hope to match
The bond of the blood that flowed through their veins
The sisters lived and served as one
United hearts, undying love
Sisterly love, it touched the hearts of all
Bringing hope and life to tattered soul
Peace and goodness reined
When the valley was merry with their singing
The moon shone brighter still
Life was rich, and glad, and wonderful
In the valley filled with love
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But time rolled on and the valley grew dark
For a great season of sorrow follows a great season of peace
Evil struck the valley of light
Destroying love and tearing away hope
The laughter and merriment had called out to one
Who considered such things a curse
He had slept for a thousand years
Hiding from the world that had burned him
Wounded, his twisted heart grew blacker with malice
His hide grew thick, his claws grew strong
He awoke seeking retribution for all that he hated
Good and light, purity and love
They had thrown him down, cast him away
Buried him beneath the mountain
Now the fools would reap their reward
Healed was the wound that had once opened his side
He had returned, and would rein omnipotent
Dominance over the frail beings who populated his world
With a monstrous cry he erupted from his cave
Evil arose from his dark pit
Evil rained fire upon those who defied him
Time had rolled on and the valley grew dark
For a great season of sorrow follows a great season of peace
Evil struck the valley of light
Destroying love and tearing away hope
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A war was waged upon the land
The fields were burned, the homes ruined
All that was good became corrupted
And Evil resumed his twisted throne
In the valley of light, by the old great forest
Love existed no more
For in his takeover, his vile conquest
Evil desired a trophy amongst the riches he acquired
A symbol of his vanquished foe
The blood-red sunset had revealed to him
One pure in heart, full of rapture
The life of the valley, the one hope in their soul
Her pale hair glinted gold in the dying sun
Her beauty was unmatched
There stood the emblem of all his suffering
His defeat of the hands of one like her
Beautiful and virtuous, the light to those around her
What a perfect treasure for his trove
The symbol of his absolute power
He swooped down in a cloud of smoke
His scaly talons scraped her sides as he rose,
Taking her far away to stand a prisoner at this throne
The war had been waged upon the land
The fields were burned, the homes ruined
All that was good had become corrupted
And Evil resumed his twisted throne.