(OP-F1) Maybe The Wrong Song

[Tyrius 0]

Tyrius sat on the corner of a street not far from the center of the Starting City, and was singing an old favorite song of his:

 

"Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head

Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets, now orphans of war
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore"

 

Because he was singing, he payed no attention to his surroundings, and constantly found himself in in the way of people who were walking about. As he finished the first part of the song, he dove into the next:

 

"Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,

Bringing daylight to the night
Death is riding into town with armor,
They've come to take all your rights

Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king"

 

Eventually, he scooted up against a wall to avoid being kicked by incoming people. He smiled at his voice, which didn't sound to bad, and stopped singing to momentarily say proudly, "Maybe I should be a performer, music would add a great touch to my voice." He continued:

 

"Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King...

Blood is spilt while holding keys to the throne
Born again, but it's too late to atone
No mercy from the edge of the blade
Dare escape and learn the price to be paid"

 

As he finished that part, he stopped singing, and just started humming the rest of the words. This was a good day for Tyrius, and he hoped that it would stay this way. As he thought back to the words, he smiled at the irony that he saw in them.