From mountains carved, a titan wakes,
Mammorest, king of molten lakes.
Iron hide and fiery breath,
A legend whispered, courting death.
Gears within its stony chest,
Pumping power, never at rest.
Volcanic veins, a burning glow,
Where magma meets the windblown snow.
Once guardian, protector true,
Of creatures wild, with skies of blue.
But greed took root, and shadows fell,
Now rage consumes, a living hell.
Through scorched earth and ash it strides,
A symphony of clanging tides.
Foes tremble at its thunderous call,
A burning echo, one and all.
Yet deep within, a flicker shows,
Of kindness lost, where memory grows.
Can hope be found, can fury cease?
Or doom it brings, with endless peace?
Mammorest stands, a mournful plight,
A monument to fading light.
Will peace return, or ashes rain?
The choice remains, for joy or pain.