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Ballad of Kyokami: Tetsu's Crown 1 by NEP

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Ballad of Kyokami: Tetsu's Crown 1

Bardic Medieval

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["Hark! The Bells of Kiyokami!" — Kyokami's heart beats now, both mercy and the heel. By wrath and by compassion shall his judgment be defined, Now Kyokami's fate is sealed—Tetsu's steel and mercy twined.]
Hark! the bells of Kiyokami toll o'er stone and key, Thirteen halls assemble o'er a kingdom's weary plea.
Fox-fire's embers hush as Kyubi takes his leave, And White-iron's drum now wakes where old ghosts grieve.
["Hark! The Bells of Kiyokami!" — Kyokami's heart beats now, both mercy and the heel. By wrath and by compassion shall his judgment be defined, Now Kyokami's fate is sealed—Tetsu's steel and mercy twined.]
Through market smoke and banners torn with greed, A mother kneels where once was sale and thief.
Her fingers clutch a braid that fate had rent, She sings o'er chains and coins the night lament.
Yet down the marble steps the procession winds, Klan Yamazaki's colors flame where honor binds.
Tetsu, in queer ascertained awe upon his brow, Walks towards a throne that fate has shaped somehow.
["Hark! The Bells of Kiyokami!" — Kyokami's heart beats now, both mercy and the heel. By wrath and by compassion shall his judgment be defined, Now Kyokami's fate is sealed—Tetsu's steel and mercy twined."
["Hark! The Bells of Kiyokami!" — Kyokami's heart beats now, both mercy and the heel. By wrath and by compassion shall his judgment be defined, Now Kyokami's fate is sealed."
The trumpets break like gulls o'er harbor foam, A crown of tempered sun they place upon his dome.
Heralds read the old oath o'er the trembling court, Thirteen halls in murmurs, some with cheer, some with retort.
Watts' fire whispers prayers for Q.B.'s soft terrain, White iron stomps for a law where none shall bear the chain.
My mother in the gallery holds forth an empty palm, Hurts hear a map of hunger of a city crying for a call.
O Hail! The Emperor! Let bells of Bali sing, For children freed and widows songs that hope made to thee.
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