Millennia have passed, and memories fade,
But the Crown still sings in the winds of shade.
Made of fire and ice, of earth and sea,
It waits for the Chosen, the one who will be.

In the embrace of lava, where hell ascends,
He who seeks the ruby of soul and light,
Must face the heat that devours all,
And know that fire alone cannot end the fight.

Beneath the ice that melts away, in frozen land,
The emerald shines, but not without toil,
To those who dare to challenge the cold,
The key will be the final breath of the frosted soil.

In the dense forests where green closes tight,
The sapphire rests beneath the shadows' might,
Beware the wind that whispers soft,
And the leaves that conceal the beacon aloft.

In the depths of the seas, where light cannot touch,
The silver glimmers, but not without cost.
Do not be fooled by treacherous tides,
For in the waters of memory, the treasure hides.

In the dark caverns where the sun never shines,
The gold awaits, but does not reveal,
Only those who lose themselves in the night,
Will find the gleam no one else can feel.

In the vast sky, where stars serve as guide,
The amethyst floats, distant and serene,
But it’s not easy to follow the wind,
For the path above shifts ever unseen.

And in the desert, where silence reigns supreme,
The final gem guards an ancient creed,
The color of the sun on golden dunes,
Will reveal itself to the hero of eternal need.