In a land where shadows clung to stone,
Where hearts were heavy, hopes overthrown,
A whisper stirred in the cosmic air,
Of a savior bold, with golden flair.
From heavens high, where stars are spun,
Came the glorious, radiant Golden One.
Down a stairway carved of crystal gleams,
Each step a spark of celestial dreams,
He descended, cloaked in auric light,
A beacon blazing through endless night.
His eyes like suns, his voice a song,
He moved with grace, yet fierce and strong.
The world below was cracked and torn,
Its people weary, their spirits worn.
Kingdoms quarreled, their banners red,
While famine gnawed, and fear widespread.
But when the Golden One’s foot touched earth,
The ground itself sang of rebirth.
With a wave of hands, the skies grew clear,
Storm clouds parted, no trace of fear.
The rivers, once choked with ash and silt,
Flowed pure again, their currents gilt.
The forests rose, their branches high,
And deserts bloomed beneath the sky.
He spoke, and nations ceased their strife,
Swords became plows to nurture life.
The greedy kings, with hoarded gold,
Gave freely now, their hearts retold.
The Golden One, with wisdom vast,
Healed wounds of present, scars of past.
No wall too high, no soul too small,
He lifted each, they welcomed all.
The orphan found a family’s care,
The lost, a path to somewhere fair.
From city spires to village streams,
He wove a world of shared dreams.
His laughter rang like temple bells,
Dispelling doubts, breaking spells.
The sick were mended, the blind could see,
The chains of sorrow were set free.
And every heart, once cold with dread,
Burned bright with love, by kindness led.
He taught the art of unity,
Of hands entwined, of minds set free.
No creed, no clan, no border’s line,
Could dim the glow of his design.
The Golden One, with boundless grace,
Made earth a mirror of his face.
The stars above, they seemed to bow,
As peace took root, and thrived somehow.
The moon grew full, the tides grew calm,
The world was soothed by his gentle psalm.
And all who lived, from shore to shore,
Knew joy like none they’d known before.
Yet still he walked, his work not done,
This tireless, shining Golden One.
Through every land, he spread his light,
Till darkness fled, and all was right.
And when at last his task was through,
The world was whole, and bright, and new.
He stood upon a hilltop high,
his silhouette against the sky.
The people gathered, voices raised,
In songs of thanks, their savior praised.
And with a smile, he turned to go,
His crystal stair began to glow.
Upward he climbed, to realms unknown,
His golden light forever shown.
But in his wake, the world remained,
A paradise, by love sustained.
His legacy, a truth so clear:
When hearts unite, no force can steer.
And now the tale, it circles round,
From whispered lore to joyful sound.
The Golden One, who conquered all,
Not by might, but by love’s call.
His name endures, his story true,
A guide for me, a guide for you.
And that’s the story, that’s the wrap.
I’m off to take my midday nap.
spikosauropod 