🎵 Song Name: Ballad of the Dawnbreaker’s Door
🎵 Genre: Bardcore (lute & drum, tavern-rouser)
🎵 Tone: Wry, triumphant, a touch heretical
🎵 Instrument Selection: Lute, hurdy-gurdy drone, hand drum/tabor, recorder, viol, gang shouts
🎵 Metric Density: Intro/Outro ≈ 6–7 syll/measure; Verses ≈ 8–10; Refrain ≈ 7–9; Bridge = mixed
Hush now, tankards steady—
I sing of saints and snacks,
Of doors turned into greatswords,
And bones that paid a tax.
We broke our fast mid-questing,
With buns as soft as sin;
Black-berry’d fizz like incense,
Grease glimmered on the chin.
The temple sighed, “Another time?”
We said, “Aye—after fries.”
Then shouldered up our destinies,
With ketchup battle-cries.
Get splashed, get divined!
Holy rain on corrupted mind!
Where voidlight gnaws and hope grows thin,
A cantrip’s wash will scour the sin—
Get splashed, get divined!
A stone-heart gate barred passage,
Its hinges iron-grim;
Vasuki, Kirk, in thundered strain,
Bent threshold, arch, and rim.
No wedge? Then make of muscle
A brace the gods adore—
Poor Kirk became a statue,
While we wielded the door.
“Who felled the crystal, clean and bright?” — “Radiant’s ray in a single smite!”
“And who missed next?” — “Hush, friend, aim is flight.”
(Clap twice, hoot once.)
A guardian steeped in violet,
With memory stripped and torn;
Kaluulah cast a humble rain—
And night undid its thorn.
From “rarrgh” to “where’s the century?”
The bones confessed their lore:
Three void-bound hearts, one shattered now,
Two sleeping under floor.
Get splashed, get divined!
Button-held saints, by tedium signed.
When levers vex and braziers fly,
Let healing’s drop un-curse the sky—
Get splashed, get divined!
We trod Aurelius’ pathway,
From shadow unto noon;
Drained waters like a chalice,
Revealed the deeper rune.
The walls proclaimed a thesis
In mortar, paint, and pain:
“Seal rifts with threefold wonders” —
We’ve one; two yet remain.
We bowed before the high priest,
With parley on our lips;
He answered with a lance of dawn,
And scorched our courtesy to chips.
Then flurried fists and thunder-spear,
And Force made numbers bleed;
Zariel’s mathless sorcery
Concluded wicked creed.
The vault coughed coins and tinctures,
A mace with penitent gleam;
Our snack-fund tithe remembered,
And cats that ruled the scene—
Nox counting out the silver,
Mochi guards the door,
Cid bats the sacred d20,
While Nori calls for more.
Get splashed, get divined!
Petroglyph burns—lesson aligned:
Not dawn but wiser circuit trod,
And so the Chalice kissed our squad—
Get splashed, get divined!
Now raise the Dawnbreak’s goblet,
Let tavern rafters swoon:
We hunt the Staff that halts the dusk,
The Codex set at noon.
From nine-nine-oh to level’d song,
Our scars and jokes entwined—
With door in hand and pockets light:
Get splashed, get divined!