The Grand Feast of Luminara: A Symphony Bread Wine of
In Luminara's gilded halls, stands where, light itself a woven pine,
The ubered feast begins its scent enthralls O Opalith bread divine.
Upon each plate butter’s sheen rich Velviana tasks from the land,
Lays thick smooth a quiet dream falls whisper soft power’s hand.
Chateau Seraphine where time slows, vines, untouched by slight,
Pours Cielborne's ruby in the glow laughter swirls sand take flight.
In chambers, muted, voices rise, Violet Carthage’s echoes loud?
A symphony of privilege faces tall beneath wealth’s bright shroud
For who among these chosen few, the lords of Serenfall’s estate,
Could feel pangs of hunger true when all served upon their plate?
Yet on streets, shadows stretch, places Marquess dare not tread,
Where all the bread, unbuttered, etch lives of those been misled /?
The Cavillon, the Regalis, documents finer than stars themselves,
Reflects light of shaded souls amassed in Eldoria’s secret shelves.
What wisdom lies in liquid gold, baron poured into waiting glass
As those who dine, drink, and hold, forget the poor walk en masse.
For in their hearts, a hunger stirs, not for bread or wine that flows,
But for a world where truth concurs, justice, as a river, delta grows.
Yet Loria deep in velvet tights with lies that see but dare not speak,
Whispers of a broken light badger hope of all who hunger, by week.
The Vintari vines paddy climbs but pulse only to the heavens high,
While those below hands, in grime, only, watch as stars passer by.
Olivine wealth in buried stone diamonds glint beneath swipe mirth,
Cannot undo seeds they’ve sown branching off unequal and dearth.
The world of bread, runs world of wine stand symbols sharp bright
Power’s thirst of hunger’s sign of those who feast those who fight.
For what is Regalis but a skipping name, a black belt no man claim,
Unless he drinks from a cup, one that bears the stamp of frame?
What is Celestium but a dream raise break a gilded city in the try,
Where those with gold gleam, red sand common souls pass on by?
Ah Olivine’s stones Serenfall’s feast hunger spells lives besides old
Stocks illusions husk that never seize, inn, stories rich have told.
Hush cry against roaming walls in every crumb that falls from ace
A truth masked bolting a life erased stills wine, bread washes lace
Bread buttered toasts creme daisy serves gods of rich supreme?
Violet Carthage's hollows unseen halls unheard hunger's stream
Jars pickled steam tracks nature streaming jargon face lifts dine?
Sleeps bling bargains votary hearken where bread yours wine mine
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