by Krina Kairou
Little ascending ones,
Earth's temper-powers.
Little ones rule
O'er Puddleby's flowers.
Land of stein-mens'
Keg-gals' glee.
Forceful, lawful,
Safe -- for me?
Rule it wisely.
Might making right.
Fortified allies
Ready for fight.
The Sun shines on you,
And kind Rising moon,
Let Brotherhood thrive,
Fellowship be your boon.
Earth-child, Earth whispers
through your regal helm:
"Still gravity pulls you
Toward Justice's grave realm."
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