The Song of the First Flame

Beneath the stone where the world still breathes, Where fire remembers ancient names, They stood in light the sky once shed— The Vael’Korith, born of flame. With silver hands and iron will, They heard the mountain’s heart reply, And shaped the stars the heavens lost Where molten rivers never die. No crown they wore, no throne they sought, Their kingdom rang with hammer’s song, Till silence took their final forge And night grew deep, and ages long. Yet still, when steel begins to sing And sparks fall soft like drifting snow, The First Flame stirs in mortal hands— For they are gone, but not their glow.