(Poem)

Amate's glory was a land of state

Day-lit light to the cross of fate

There existed a terrain of shaft

Where is called The Ore King of craft

Rich ores, the center of mine

That once encountered a scene in time,

Hot boiling lava flowed across the land

Endless smoke spread under god’s demand

The scream of citizens taking flight of the area

As it rises a volcano bringing a tenebrious aura

They named it Demise, under the name of death

Where only a few could handle the breath

The lava kept yearning until a point it would freeze

Freeze and cool as it finally unease

The magma turned into howling obsidian

Hard and strong as it turned meridian

However, the stone was different on its own

Igneous, yes, but it glowed like the throne

Different elements with small glowing holes

Had acted like living, just like real souls

A princess from a different world came in

Approached the brightest glow and raised her chin

She touched the stone as she felt a connection

A spirit appeared just like a reflection

It had the same face but no eye

It wore blue armor, the same tint as the sky

The spirit introduced itself as it flew

“Yurika Light, and you?”

The princess answered and had a conversation

While the guards stood silent with caution

The spirit was visible only to the one’s eyes

And was invisible to others, just like lies

Soon discovered that the stone was for combat

It gains skill and weapons and a specialty hat

The milestone grew to be known over time

The people around had the urge to define

They tried to earn a stone for their own

But only some succeed and the unfortunate don’t

The chosen ones fought to defend their throne

And just like that, a new sport was born

Society argued over the name of the game

The War of Obsidian as the former claim

Now had evolved into Obsidian Battles

With modern rules and less rattles

 BA HA HA HA!!  And another win for me!  You weren’t too shabby too, if I do say so myself! …Ehehehe