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Elemental Six

- Elemental Six -

Five forgotten gods stood in an ancient temple,
Earth, air, fire, water, spirit… every elemental.
I saw what bold powers went before them all,
In the time before time, when I heard the call…
Across the dark seas between the bright stars,
I fought my first battles, earned my first scars!
Before the dawn of Sol’s light was yet known,
I sailed those seas, until a destiny was shown.
It’s hard to be the hero, with villains all around,
Too many expectations, and no paradise found.
Have you ever started over when all was lost?
So rough it is to begin, when so high is the cost.

There was another, her name lost like a dream,
Who shared my road, as fire does with steam!
She still watches over me from a distant realm,
Her glory and beauty do, my senses, overwhelm.

Who remembers when man was yet so young?
Yet more ancient than remembered in history…
Are those places where we all had come from!
So much is now wrapped up in clever mystery.
Do you ever look up, and think of all there is…
Beyond those things you know, of earthly bliss?
Some of us have heard the call as once before,
The music playing: telling of all that lies in store.
It’s easy to listen, when you know where to be,
Like a vision you have, that you look up and see.
Have you ever wondered which illusion is true?
It’s a universe of deception the truth could undo.

There was a song, ringing clear across the sky,
Which spoke of freedom, and truth none deny!
So many are still singing even though it’s so old,
Because the cause of liberty must always be bold.

It’s been a long road from those ancient halls…
And the elements walk amongst mankind anew.
Time itself is as just one passing cycle, after all,
Some of us were there, when it was made true!
All around us things are changing so very fast…
Sometimes it’s the people that do change at last.
Perhaps the transformation has already begun…
Somewhere else under this world’s familiar sun!
It’s hard to be human, when the mask is so thin,
There’s too many sinners, and not one original sin.
Have you ever felt we’ve met before, my friend?
All this has happened before, and will do so again.

There was another, her name lost like a dream,
Who shared my road, as fire does with steam!
She still watches over me from a distant realm,
Her glory and beauty do, my senses, overwhelm.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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