Melodies of the Plant Kingdom
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The following has been compiled by Priest Stars in the two-hundred fourteenth winter after Spear's Unification. So that our tales of Kings and Heroes may not be forgotten. May the sun shine on you.

The Song of the First1

The sun shined bright.
Above the blue sea.
The sun shined bright.
And the blue sea split.
To the ground the sea fell.
And the island shined above.

The water was lonely.
And so the island split.
The island fell and the tall hills rose.
The sun shined bright.
It's creatures brighter.
The brightest the First.

The First they emerged.
They went wide and they went far.
Their Kingdom shined bright as the sun.
We will go to the afterlife.
The First cheered.
No you will not.
Said the sun back.
It is not time, you will not.
Said the sun back.

Yes we will.
As one they cheered.
We bow to you no longer.
We will build towers stretching to the sea.
With birds of metal.
We will see the sea above.
And we will not stop our wake.

Yes you will.
The sun shouted back.
Fire and death it rained.
Their towers it shattered.
Their birds of metal fell.
Poison filled the land.
The First were no more.
The winter was long.
The poison faded.

I will make one better.
The sun made the seed.
And down the seed went.
To the island below.
And the great tree it grew.
It’s seeds it dropped.
To the land below.
The trees they grew.
The grass and the bushes.
Sun, River, Fire, and Hill.
These are the Kingdoms you will make.
And those which will be one.


The Song of Spear2

You are not the sun.
The King of the River said.
The sun shines bright, your spear does not.
Nor does this army you massed at my gates.
The King Under the Sun you call yourself.
You could not light dried thatch.
And the King Under the Sun he glowed.
The Sun shined on the villages.
The Sun shined on the river.
The sun shined on the sealeaf crown.
And the King of the River Said.
You are the sun.
The sun shines bright and so does your spear.
And this army at my gates shines brightest of all.
The King Under the Sun you call yourself.
The King of the Sun I call you.

You are not the sun.
The King of Flames said.
The sun is fire, the sun is me.
And he threw his fire at the King of the Sun.
The Shield he jumped and blocked the blaze.
And the King of Flames was snuffed.

The King Under the Sun he said.
Now I will rest.
For I must fight again in time.
But the King of the Hill he spoke.
You are not the sun he said.
You are flesh like the rest.
We are hard as stone.
And we will not let you rest.

The King Under the Sun he fought.
For one winter.
Then two.
Then three and four and five.
Until the sun and stone met.
You do not shine.
The King of the Hill said.
Nor do you.
Said the sun back.
Through maces and spears they fought.
And the stone finally cracked.
The sun it shined on the broken stone.
And then burned out.

We are the sun.
The King Under the Sun.
We are the fire.
The King of Fire.
We are the river.
The King of the River.
We are the Hill.
The King of the Hill.
We are the Plant Kingdom.
The King of the Plant Kingdom.


I am the Hill3

I am the Hills from end to end.
I am the stone that makes them.
I am the trees that grow on them.
I am the clouds that snag on their tops.

I bow not to the sun.
I bow not to the flame.
I bow not to the stream.
I bow not to none.

For I am the Hills from end to end.
The stone that rises to the great sea above.
And I bow not to none.


The Shield of the Kingdom4

I am the fire.
The King of Fire said.
I will not burn.
I will turn not to ashes but to flame.
Brighter than the sun and hot to melt stone.
I will not burn.
Now his ashes feed the grass.
I will not burn.

I am the River.
The Branch of the River said.
I am the Hill.
The King of the Hill said.
United we are Kings.
And United we will rise.
The Iron heard them say.
The River reached out and the Iron was no more.
But the Stone it heard.
The Stone it told the Sun.
And the river ran dry.

This Branch is soft.
The King of the Hill said.
The sun had cracked it.
And I will break it.
We will be the hardest Hills.
And bow not to none.
The winters they came.
Under the sun they cracked.
In a cave he was betrayed.
And the sun shined on the Hills.


The Song of the Sun5

Great shining sun.
Nothing can outshine you.
Nothing can outglow you.
Not all the stars.
Not all the gold.
Not all the flames in the world.

Great shining sun.
Thank you for your light.
Thank you for your warmth.
Thank you for your life.

Great shining sun.
Nothing can outshine you.
Nothing can outglow you.
Not all the stars.
Not all the gold.
Not all the flames in the world.

Great shining sun.
Thank you for your light.
Thank you for your warmth.
Thank you for your life.


The Root of the Kingdom6

The tree it sways.
The tree of the Kingdom.
The King stands top.
As the sun shines upon.
Yet who keeps it up?

I am the Root beneath the ground.
I am the Root that keeps you up.
I work in the dark.
So you may shine in the light.

I have no songs.
I have no glory.
I have no light.
I have no love.

Yet I work in the dark.
So you may shine in the light.

And I will work.
As long as the sun shines bright.


The Hunted7

I bow not to none.
The Hunter said.
To none but my King.
To my unbreakable Stone.
And to none else.

Not to this bird.
Not to this elk.
Not to this bear.

For this bear is weak.
This bear is prey.
Her chance is bleak.
My mace will fray.

For I am The Hunter.
And the animals bow.
But the bear it did not bow.

For I am weak.
I am prey.
My chance is bleak.
And I am frayed.
For I am The Hunted.
Until the end of days.


City of Ash8

It is for you my king.
I dedicate this pyre.
Heretics and blasphemers.
All will be on fire.

I am the wish of the Sun.
That which shines above.
That which is holy.
And that which is fire.

I dedicate this pyre.
This pyre.
For you my sun.
For you my King.

Burn them I will.
Burn them I must.
The heretics and blasphemers.
Burn them I want.
For there is no afterlife.
No afterlife.
For the heretics.
The heretics.

It was for you my King.
You my king.
Condemned I am.
But why my King?

It was for you.


What Kings Leave Behind9

I drift in silence.
Broken and dead.
The battle, still raging.
In my broken head.

And so I drift.
In silence far away.
And so I drift.
Broken and dead.

The spears they cut.
The shields they break.
And so I drift.
The battle, still raging.

And so I drift.
In silence far away.
And so I drift.
Broken and dead.

While the dead they cut.
The heads they break.
And so I drift.
With my broken head.

And so I drift.
And so I drift.
Broken and alone.
I drift.


Snowflake's Blizzard10

Under the clouds.
Where the sun doesn’t shine.
Stone and Snow Rains.
The Kings in the darkness.
Stone and Snow Rain.

Where the snow falls like leaves.
No sound to be heard.
No sound but the snow.
And the crack of stone.
No sound but the snow.
And the crack of sun.

For the sun will rise again.
And spring has sprung.


Song of the Snow11

The sun it shines.
With warmth and light.
The sun it shines.
With summer flame.

But the summer it ends.
Warmth and light dim.
Summer it ends.
The summer flame dips.

The leaves they turn.
Red and yellow.
Even orange.
As the sun grows dimmer.

The leaves they fall.
To the ground they lie.
To the ground they return.
To the ground the snows land.

Winter it arrives.
And the snow it too.
For when the sun is dimmest.
The rain it freezes.

Great shining sun.
Thank you for your light.
Even in the dimmest.

Great shining sun.
Thank you for your warmth.
Even at your weakest.

Great shining sun.
Thank you for your life.
For when spring arrives.
We are stronger.

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