When time was young and stars unlit,
The void was silent, vast and split,
Three beings rose, of ancient flame,
Primordial, eternal, none the same.

Aurikon, the dragon crowned in gold,
With wisdom deep and justice bold.
Umbraxx, shadowed, fierce and free,
A tempest wrought of mystery.
Lythariel, dawn’s radiant heart,
Creation’s muse, love’s sacred art.

The cosmos stirred as their spirits vied,
For Lythariel’s love, both hearts were tied.
Aurikon sought balance, fair and wise,
Umbraxx yearned for freedom’s skies.

But love’s sharp blade divides as well,
And sows the seeds of heaven and hell.
For while Lythariel's heart beat true,
The path to peace no dragon knew.

Umbraxx, scorning the world’s design,
Stole flame primordial, divine.
A shard of chaos, fierce and pure,
To mold a realm of shadows sure.

The balance faltered; the heavens wept,
As Lythariel’s tears through the void crept.
Each tear became a star’s soft light,
To pierce the veil of eternal night.

Aurikon rose, his voice a plea:
“Return the flame; let harmony be!”
But Umbraxx, defiant, cast him aside,
"Why chain the chaos? Let power abide!"

The clash of dragons shook the sky,
Mountains crumbled; oceans cried.
Lythariel mourned, her spirit torn,
For love, creation, and all forlorn.

Aurikon knew the cost was clear,
To save the world he held most dear.
With golden heart, he made his choice,
And spoke with solemn, thunderous voice:

"Umbraxx, your strength is born of flame,
Yet you forget from whence it came.
Power is fleeting; creation is might,
It is through balance that worlds ignite."

To Lythariel then, his gaze he turned,
His eyes aflame, yet gently burned:

"Beloved, though my time must cease,
My love will shine, eternal peace.
As Sun, I’ll warm this world anew,
A guiding light to cherish you."

With that, the golden dragon soared,
His soul to flame primordial poured.
Aurikon’s essence lit the sky,
And thus the Sun was born on high.

Umbraxx, now shattered by regret,
Felt chains of guilt his soul beset.
His love for Lythariel, fierce and vast,
A shadow of glory long since passed.

To the void, he wandered, lost and lone,
A phantom king without a throne.
Yet fragments of his darkened form,
Coalesced to birth the Moon’s cold charm.

No light of his own, he’d borrow the glow,
Of Aurikon’s Sun, to softly show,
That even in darkness, light may gleam,
A silver thread through the endless dream.

Lythariel, radiant, bore the pain,
Her tears now formed the dragons’ chain.
Each drop a virtue, a guardian bright,
To teach the balance of shadow and light.

As dawn eternal, she took her place,
To weave creation with gentle grace.
Her light foretells each day anew,
A promise that hope will always ensue.

And so, the Sun and Moon now rise,
Through love and loss in endless skies.
The tale reminds: though strife may rend,
True balance waits where cycles end.