In the realm before a mountain's long memory,
Where ancient hills recall history's first story,
Lies a land, from battlefield to a beacon of light,
Transformed through time, from darkness to bright.
Upon this mountain's crown, under sky so vast,
Sat a regal Raven, shadows of night it cast.
Its dark eyes, deep as twilight's mystery,
Surveyed its realm, a guardian of history.
Under its gaze, nature moved in silent grace,
No leaf nor shadow dared misplace.
Beneath its wing, the people found a haven dear,
Their hearts filled with gratitude, year after year.
Yet within their souls, a silent fear did grow,
For their lord, the Raven, faced life's solo.
No mate, no companion, at its side to be,
They feared its legacy would fade, like mist by the sea.
The people's tears fell, mourning their lord's silent pain,
Their cries reached the heavens, a sorrowful rain.
With these tears, the gods nurtured the earth,
From grief's soil, hope found its rebirth.
A sunflower sprang, bold and golden bright,
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Against every cold hour, a symbol of light.
Presented to the Raven, to unlock its heart,
Frozen in time, waiting for warmth to start.
The Raven, stoic and vigilant, to change resistant,
Watched its realm, to the flower's charm persistent.
But as days and nights in their dance took flight,
The sunflower's warmth softened the Raven's night.
A tale of love gently unfurled, a story to be told,
The land rejoiced, as a new chapter did unfold.
From their union, a seed, a new dawn's light,
Cradled in the sunflower, shining oh so bright.
But joy, fleeting as a shadow, turned to night's plight,
A treacherous fire arose, stealing the light.
It devoured the flower, the egg took flight,
Leaving the Raven in an endless night.
Now a ghost of sorrow, with a gaze stark and dark,
Its wings summoned winter, a cold and bitter mark.
The land wept in silence, under a gaze so drear,
Twelve years of grief, every moment filled with fear.
But when hope was but a distant, fading gleam,
A silver fox appeared, as if in a dream.
With the lost chick in tow, life anew did show,
The egg reborn, a miracle's glow.
In this young raven, the past lived once more,
The sunflower’s warmth, in its heart did store.
The Raven’s heart, thawed from frost's embrace,
Melted at the reunion, a lost love to chase.
Rejoicing, it released its solemn claim,
The world reborn, never again the same.
The young raven, a symbol of joy anew,
Brought peace and hope, as the land flourished and grew.