Approach again, young friends.
As time forfends the hurt of dens,
Now lost…

We were four. Truer company hath never been so free…
Our land, score. Costs a few million gil; our sanctuary.
We toiled, we tinkered. Design at our pace, resources our enemy.
Creativity sparks flickered. Limited space, yet unlimited possibility.

Our company bared the crest of dragons, and the names of the stars as well.
We champions branded celestial dragon roots, caught no recruitment swell.

Our little home in the mists. Just us four. Perfect historical harmony.
Yet grander goals twist, yearning for more. A merging ceremony.

Myself, a meager crafter then. Supplied my allies with wares of war.
My new alliance, my orders thrice fold, I truly missed the days of yore.
Goals ever changing, mansions in waiting, money needs making, mine devils.
Started from the bottom, sold brass accessories for slaving through low levels.

Augmentations a goldmine, new Syrcus is just fine, and this rare item? Yours! ...for a price!
These gil loads, all mine. And always in just perfect time! Why you ask? Heed my advice.
These mansions, they sell quick, and trust me, they’re quite slick. All the hours lost to time.
Lock the in the payment! *click!* Well that should do the trick! Sighing these words of mine…

Duty Complete.

We did it! The builder of realms! The gillionare! Now reset to zero.
Get with it! Put on your helms! All fanfare starts for the heroes…

Our merged company now starts anew, furnishing the future with wares made of dreams.
Yet time has different plans in view, and change is never still, thus it always seems…

This ballad has been one we’ve been dancing around for a while, what once was a singular goal…
Now the nocturne of fate, a fissure of interests, divided parties, and the prelude to lost souls.
For each era promised a destiny to be matched with an octet…
Ever dwindling numbers yet could only provide a quartet.
As more leave, the exodus gains momentum. A duet.

Years later…

I made this happen. The walls, furnishings, faults… all mine.
The foundations crumbled; these walls still hold empty time.

I’ve banished all but a few who visit during holidays. We could no longer come to terms.
From hundreds recruited down to… just… one…

I still try to update and maneuver this place into a vision of what I wanted all along.
But, one person living alone is as cold and lonely as the point of this song.

The fondest memories, mine history, were with friends now gone.
Yet, change is ever on the dawn. I will rebuild anew; live on.

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Thank you for reading, if chosen, I would appreciate a Noble Barding.