The Golden Duck II
by JBilbao
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[Verse] Beneath the stones Where shadows creep Ostrogski walls guard secrets deep A golden glow A feather's gleam A curse wrapped tight in a whispered dream [Prechorus] A princess waits Her wings confined A gilded fate Her heart maligned [Chorus] The golden duck Her voice untold Promises riches Treasures of gold But spend it all The hour is near Or lose it forever The price severe [Verse 2] The dungeons hum with time's old tune A haunting waltz beneath the moon Coins fall fast A fleeting breeze Wealth like water slips with ease [Prechorus] Her eyes are dark Her feathers shine A riddle sharp A tale divine [Chorus] The golden duck Her voice untold Promises riches Treasures of gold But spend it all The hour is near Or lose it forever The price severe Story The Curse of the Golden Duck A Legend of the Walls of Ostrogski Beneath the stones of Ostrogski Castle, where shadows glide like ancient whispers, sleeps a secret that has endured centuries. It is said that in the depths of its dungeons, where time sings a forgotten melody, lives a creature with golden plumage: the Golden Duck. It is no ordinary animal. It is the enchanted form of a princess who, for defying the fate imposed by her lineage, was condemned by a jealous sorcerer. Her voice, which once enchanted kings and poets, remains sealed. Her wings, a symbol of freedom, are trapped in gold. Her heart, betrayed, beats with a sadness that tinges the air of the crypt. Every full moon, the duck sings voicelessly. Whoever hears its lament and finds it will receive an incalculable fortune: coins that shine like stars, jewels that whisper forgotten names, and a power that can change the course of history. But there is a cruel condition: the gold must be spent before the moon fades. Otherwise, all will be lost, and the seeker's soul will be trapped with the princess, another echo in the castle's cursed symphony. Many have tried. Some have emerged rich, others have vanished without a trace. The villagers say that the duck watches with dark eyes, that its feathers gleam like enigmas, and that its presence is both a blessing and a warning. š¶ Listen š« Share š¬ Comment āšš§ Add to your playlists... Because this journey is meaningless without you... Thank you for being here... J. Bilbao