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
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.
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.
Hidden in the royal Masque.
–BY SEER HAUPANEA