The forgotten spirit of trove

When I was alone,
Truly alone
There was a throne
Where I sat adorned.

Brick to drapes gold,
Treasures from old lore,
Legends waiting to be told,
Alas, no one was aboard.

Thees shall find riches and fame,
Fraught with dangers,
Of fire and rain,
Only one shall remain to train.

That was my meaning,
From beginning till end,
But none step foot,
In my haunted den.

Stuck in cursed pain,
I dreamt of a quick end,
Yet, his words brought me again,
"What had I done to thee?!"

But to my fortune,
Time took pity,
Eons of decay did it share,
And eons past I left my hell.