slow, epic power ballad, grand sweeping guitars with an almost mournful tone, lifting into hope for the final verse and chorus
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slow, epic power ballad, grand sweeping guitars with an almost mournful tone, lifting into hope for the final verse and chorus
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Prompt:
[Verse 1] In the quiet of the evening, When the Sugarforge was still, Pastry Mike stood waiting By the window on the sill. He had dreamed of this creation, He had planned it all day long, A golden crown of chocolate, Tall and proud and strong. The eggs were whipped like clouds above, The butter gleamed like gold, The oven burned with ancient fire, The batter took its hold. Mike whispered, "Rise, my little masterpiece..." And waited. [Chorus] Oh, soufflé... You were destined for the sky. You were meant to rise forever, You were born to fly. Oh, soufflé... What greatness might have been! A towering golden monument, The greatest ever seen. But the oven door was opened... And the mighty tower fell. [Verse 2] It happened in a moment, A silence filled the room. The proud and noble soufflé Collapsed into its tomb. Mike stared in disbelief, His wooden spoon fell down. Frosting Steve removed his apron, And Ben took off his crown. Callie softly whispered, "I'm sorry, Mike. I know..." For every baker knows the pain Of watching greatness go. The centre sank.The edges drooped. The once-proud summit died. And chocolate crumbs lay scattered Where the soufflé had stood in pride. [Chorus] Oh, soufflé... You were destined for the sky. You were meant to rise forever, You were born to fly. Oh, soufflé... What greatness might have been! A towering golden monument, The greatest ever seen. We shall never know your glory... But we'll always know your name. [Verse 3] The night grows dark around them, The empty plates remain, But somewhere in the Sugarforge The ovens burn again. Mike looks upon the wreckage, Then slowly starts to grin. He picks up his mixing bowl, "Perhaps I'll try again." For every cake that falls apart, For every crust that breaks, For every grand creation That refuses to awake... There waits another batch of eggs. Another bowl of flour. Another chance to make it rise. Another gloried hour. [Final Chorus] Oh, soufflé... You were destined for the sky. You were meant to rise forever, You were born to fly. Oh, soufflé... Though your journey has now ended, Your memory shall remain... For tomorrow we'll rise again!