Tarnished City of Gold

all that glitters is gold, yet what value does gold truly hold?

is it worth it to be golden? to be perfect? 

if it means being hated by all?

in a date that has long since been lost, their existed a utopia made of gold

its creator was a goddess of perfection and spheres, her name forbidden to be uttered by all.

her name dare not be spoken, in fear of the evil it carries with it


though a goddess of gold, her heart was one of mercury

 no flaws nor mistakes were permitted in her world

not even ones existing in her friends

the goddess of spares hated the world she inhabited, yet desperately clung to it

it had to be hers. it had to be perfect.

anything that she perceived as flawed was struck down, torn apart and made anew
made into what she believed was perfect

many became blinded by her false perfection
throwing their hearts away they all flocked towards the golden utopia

the golden utopia
the heartless city of blind fools

the city thrived, as no one dared challenge the goddess
fed nothing but lies, they had no reason to

however this wasn't enough for her, though golden she felt nothing but greed
no love in her heart, no mercy in her veins

she placed the wind up god in chains

the goddess of stars dare not act
she allowed herself to become bruised and beaten by the one of spheres
bloodied and enraged, yet she bit her tongue

all for the sake of not harming a dearest friend

the golden goddess may have though she won, no one dared harm the wind up goddess right?
however, the perfectionist made a crucial mistake

once a bird realizes its imprisoned
it will do anything in its power to restore its freedom

the city of gold was one of poison
made from pretty lies of perfection and false originality
the false utopia was killing the universe around it, her toxicity destroying what her so called friends had worked for

to properly heal a wound
the infection must be removed

two goddesses ascended down apon the city, knowing well what they had to do
poison fools blood painted the ground, not a single soul could be spared
any traces of the sphere goddess had to be removed, for the salvation of the universe

the gold they held so valuable could not save them
for it was the weakest meatal of all

the goddess of spheres would be the last to die
it was intentional, they made her watch as the golden utpoia was shaped into its truest form
a heartless mess build atop the blood of others, where only one god wore a false crown of gold

a world where you are the only one truly happy is not one of perfection
its one built of your own golden greed

the golden sphere tried getting back into the good graces of her friend
but the wind up god would not be blinded by those lies again
sacrificing herself as a distraction, the goddess of starts allowed herself to be wounded so that sphere's attention would be taken
without hesitation, the wind up god removed the golden parasite from the world, no traces of her would be left in the minds of any
few words were spoken to the sphere before her demise, ones the wind up god knew would cut deep

"I never really saw you as a friend, truly. I merely used you in the end."

any traces of the city were removed, those slaughtered where divided between the goddesses
old identities erased before being given new lives, no memories of the false utopia allowed to remain 

the golden utopia now nothing more then a cautionary tale, a story told by parents to both warn and teach their children

gold may glitter brightly, but it is meaningless if you are alone

perfection is nothing if built from poison

 
never allow yourself to become blinded by greed

or you may suffer the same fate as the golden sphere demon.