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A Letter from Hara Castle
- A Letter from Hara Castle -
From one of my past-life memories…
May 10th, 1638, Hara Castle,
“For only one more blood-red month,
Can we hold out here against the odds!
My people seek comfort and warmth,
Knowing not that I serve darker gods.
The air from the water grows icy chill,
As the armies of the Shogun advance…
Whilst peasants take up arms, children:
And I am their father and their mother.
They plant crops but can they now kill?
I shudder to imagine the coming dance.
Soon we shall face those terrible men…
This battle will consume; it will smother.
You are my ally, a necromancer grand,
Mori your name is, and I call you thus!
God will not save us from what befalls,
But mayhap your power can do more.
When I am slain, lend me your hand…
Come to where I lay, do as you must.
By then, black will be all Hara’s walls,
And lost will be our last desperate war.
I no longer serve the god I once did…
So the darkness must be our salvation.
I shall become the dark and so rise up,
Even from Hell itself, I shall yet soar…
But my letter to you must swift be hid!
The messenger I send is low in station,
But welcome him to your table, to sup.
He bears my seal; has much in store…
The cylinder: where my message waits.
Our plan will be long, for vengeance…
But those who fall today: fall in honor.
Their ghosts, we will set free ere long!
Come to Hara when the tide abates…
When the blood is cold, and so thence,
We might triumph over death’s horror.
I go now to lead my people with song!
May the Dark Goddess give us: victory.
I have already accepted of my destiny…”
--- Shiro Amakusa
From one of my past-life memories…
May 10th, 1638, Hara Castle,
“For only one more blood-red month,
Can we hold out here against the odds!
My people seek comfort and warmth,
Knowing not that I serve darker gods.
The air from the water grows icy chill,
As the armies of the Shogun advance…
Whilst peasants take up arms, children:
And I am their father and their mother.
They plant crops but can they now kill?
I shudder to imagine the coming dance.
Soon we shall face those terrible men…
This battle will consume; it will smother.
You are my ally, a necromancer grand,
Mori your name is, and I call you thus!
God will not save us from what befalls,
But mayhap your power can do more.
When I am slain, lend me your hand…
Come to where I lay, do as you must.
By then, black will be all Hara’s walls,
And lost will be our last desperate war.
I no longer serve the god I once did…
So the darkness must be our salvation.
I shall become the dark and so rise up,
Even from Hell itself, I shall yet soar…
But my letter to you must swift be hid!
The messenger I send is low in station,
But welcome him to your table, to sup.
He bears my seal; has much in store…
The cylinder: where my message waits.
Our plan will be long, for vengeance…
But those who fall today: fall in honor.
Their ghosts, we will set free ere long!
Come to Hara when the tide abates…
When the blood is cold, and so thence,
We might triumph over death’s horror.
I go now to lead my people with song!
May the Dark Goddess give us: victory.
I have already accepted of my destiny…”
--- Shiro Amakusa
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