Threads of Fate
How many tears do you shed up there,O' ancient nation of clouds?Through the curse of immortality you bear,Weeping with the new-crowned.Your kingdom is in pain,But the burden alone is too much to hold.Every solution is in vain,Just watch the prophecy unfold.O' Emperor your worlds in danger,Your citizens are turning crazy with no aid.Face the peril, to cease your anger,Soon, your lives's will fade.Thus emperor, your hero shall come,Your grand and mighty saviour.But my lord, everything comes with a hefty sum,All we ask is a very simple favour.The hero's purest blood, represents power,And the emperor's treasured tears.With crystalline white flower,If this is done wrong, everyone shall cower with fear.Death for the hero shall be upheld,As they failed their honour.But if protection is wield,Fate will decide on this loner.Your last chance, o' great lord,Make this destiny accurate.If you shall stay true to your word,Your citizens are finally free of this fate.Your lesson is learned,Soon, loyalty is solemnly sworned.Now, hope shall be returned,And the world of clouds shall be mourned.…