To My Wine [Public//Voice]
[-Not exactly himself today after one too many glasses of wine but isn't exactly quote on quote "wasted" either. If anything, the author behind this wonderful poem seems rather jovial as he recites it.-]
To my wine I sing
of the times of peace,
when officers shall not make calls at the door.
The ruler is bright and virtuous,
His ministers loyal and trustworthy.
Abiding by propriety and courtesy,
The people have no cause for lawsuits.
From three years of farming, nine years of stores,
The granaries overflow with grains -
While the elderly have no need to labor.
Rainfall is abundant and of proper time,
The myriad of crops a great harvest yields.
From the highways are pulled back mighty steeds,
Their manure used to fertilize the fields.
From dukes down to viscounts,
all love the common people,
demoting the unworthy, raising up the good -
As fathers and brothers they nurture the people.
Those who defy the law
are punished according to the severity;
though none is so selfish as to take roadside property.
The jails are all empty,
and on Long Night with no sentences to be pronounced.
All live to eighty or ninety,
and pass away only of old age.
The ruler’s compassion touches all creatures equally.
[-A blissful sigh-]
Only such if such a day would actually come true. A shame that such peace is not among us but someday...that peace shall come.
Until then, I'll simply toast to such a grand future.
[ooc: It's been awhile hasn't it? Heh heh...*evil laugh*]
To my wine I sing
of the times of peace,
when officers shall not make calls at the door.
The ruler is bright and virtuous,
His ministers loyal and trustworthy.
Abiding by propriety and courtesy,
The people have no cause for lawsuits.
From three years of farming, nine years of stores,
The granaries overflow with grains -
While the elderly have no need to labor.
Rainfall is abundant and of proper time,
The myriad of crops a great harvest yields.
From the highways are pulled back mighty steeds,
Their manure used to fertilize the fields.
From dukes down to viscounts,
all love the common people,
demoting the unworthy, raising up the good -
As fathers and brothers they nurture the people.
Those who defy the law
are punished according to the severity;
though none is so selfish as to take roadside property.
The jails are all empty,
and on Long Night with no sentences to be pronounced.
All live to eighty or ninety,
and pass away only of old age.
The ruler’s compassion touches all creatures equally.
[-A blissful sigh-]
Only such if such a day would actually come true. A shame that such peace is not among us but someday...that peace shall come.
Until then, I'll simply toast to such a grand future.
[ooc: It's been awhile hasn't it? Heh heh...*evil laugh*]