A Piece Of Grey Parchment

A hushed whisper tickles your ears as you read the grey parchment.

"In the Golden Age of Men he came
As a serpent with a tail of flame.
A dreaming god none dared to wake,
Until the Silver Men's mistake.
They stirred him from the Isle of Bliss
And begged he grant them all they wished.
An altar and a hall they raised
And in the dark they prayed and praised.

The First denied them their small requests
Instead he gave them perfect peace
Oblivion and true release.
And these became the first men blessed."

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