Locked away in a corner of history,
Are the fragments of a true story.
The world as we knew had crumbled,
As the energy source of life rumbled.
Many scattered away in fear,
People had lost those so dear.
But somewhere in the palace,
Fighting off the malice,
The lonely god stood.
Awaiting, biding his time.
Until he rights things once more.
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