The Cursed Chair

[Glowing_Essence]

Upon the cliff where storm winds scream,
There stands a shadow in a haunted dream.
No roots, no stone, no mortal hand
But forged by curse on ancient land.

The tales say once a beast did rise,
With fire for breath and blood-red eyes.
It climbed the skies and shot at the stars,
Then cursed a seat with shadowed scars.

“Let none sit here,” the whispers warn,
“Lest they be shredded, soul and form.”
time passed, the throne grew cold,
Untouched by kings, untouched by gold.

But then he came a man unknown,
With battle eyes and a heart of stone.
He saw the seat, heard all men cry,
Yet still he climbed, head held high.

He stood before that haunted chair,
The wind grew still, a crack shook air.
One choice he held, no path but two.
To face the curse… or bid adieu.

The sea beneath began to stir,
Creating the echo of an ancient slur.
Yet still the king did not retreat
He slowly sat… then fell on his knees.

This seat sat high, but came at a price.
To sit there or not doesn't come from ones might.
To sit there... takes a heart made of gold,
When we have reborn, when we have truly grown.
Like the Phoenix rising from ashes
Or the water the flows.

Waters flowing giving life.
Oh great indra deliver your might,
like a candle in darkness,
help show us the light.
for ever keep us guarded in your embassy.
So us too may rise and be worthy in certainty
to sit as kings under you.