The Grove

When serpent crept into their hall:

Danger waits for all who board,

Trying to steal that hidden tone.

Painted Lady saves the lord;

Tower’s master’s not alone.

Calm the magics caught in thrall:

Put your faith in strangers’ pleas,

Keeper, Witch, and treasure trove;

Ride the wave to calm the trees,

Servant saves the sacred Grove.

Cult’s awareness, it shall rise:

Hidden people, gather now;

Fight the demons, fight your doubt.

Gearman’s strength shall then endow,

When Guild’s defender casts them out.

Synod gathers, tell them lies:

Efforts gathered in your pride

Lost beneath the granite face.

Painted Lord, stand by her side;

Repentance is the Temple’s grace.

Brave the dangers once again:

Quarrels lost to time’s own pace

Set aside in danger’s face.

Save your state; go make your choice

When Dragon bows unto the Voice.

Sybaritic good shall reign:

Island city, all alone

Set your leader on his throne

Virtue’s knowledge gives the most,

Aiding sanctions by the Host.

Faith shall now be mended whole:

Soothing songs kept beasts at bay

But sorrow’s song led King astray.

Demon’s songs shall bring out worse

Until the Harper ends your curse.

Save the world is Guardians’ goal:

Groom’s mistake and bride’s setback

Aids the foe in its attack.

Save the day is Jinx’s task,

Hidden in the royal Masque.

–BY SEER HAUPANEA