In my slumber do I keep,
But a watchful eye o'er
Those glittering piles and heaps
Of yellow metal 'neath my feet.

A gentle stirring twists my mind,
A lonely key we both must find.
The tempest it contains must abound,
And return the ashes to the ground.

Fire is coming, and with him, the planet will become shrouded in a Golden Tide.


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I actually wasn't going to post this, but here you go anyway.
A sneak peek of sorts for a character that I am toying with throwing at you! All I will say is, he's very, VERY evil.

ART IS MINE, DO NOT STEAL