Awaken and rise To the glow of the sun The fire is out The ashes have settled Come, my dear, and light it up again For the hearth is always Home Go about your day A job, a lunch, a life The fire flickers Waiting for your return Come, my dear, come home soon For the hearth is always Home Come back home To a family, to a business, to a house The fire blazes Merrily as it provides warmth Come, my dear, sit by the fire For the hearth is always Home
No sooner had Hestia finished her song did a dark and sinister voice ring mockingly throughout the slums as it sang with a frighteningly misplaced glee. In the cold moor-ning of the bitter rising sun, You wake up, amidst the dewwww! With the ashes gone, it is time to work again. It’s time to pay your debt that has acrueeee! Go about your day, work a job without a meal. Let your sweat and toil growww. Ring the bell, go home! It’s been yet another daaay. Your life has gone to waste, you never kneeeew! Run back home – with bread! Yet there’s still more mouths to feed, As the fire, re-maaaains deaaaad! Feed your kids, feed your wife! Let them bleed you to the bone! A tiny bit is all you’ll ever eaaaat! Note: Sang roughly to this tune [x]
@Sobek The goddess couldn't help but blink in surprise at the sudden song. She began to frown as the god sang, pretty much quashing any sort of hope she had kindled for the poor. That didn't deter Hestia, however. Far from it, she sympathized with the people the god sang about. Perhaps another song will bring their hopes back? Closing her eyes, she began to sing. Lie in bed, dear child Close your sleepy eyes When dawn comes the morrow You will see the sunrise Get up, dear child It’s time for you to play With your family beside you It will make your whole day Come, dear child Come gather your friends For we will dine tonight This love will never end
An evil cackle sounded as the last syllable's of Hestia's words faded away into the filth ridden slums. The song began anew, this time with a much darker, malicious tone behind it. The voice continued to challenge the goddess, with an impunity and defiance that was hard to mask. Lie in bed, deeeear child, Close your hungry wakeful eyes. You are doomed to stir agaaaaain! You are BETTER gone! Go to sleep and never rise! It’s time to put your grievances to bed! What loved ones, do you see? Are they really ever there? Off to slave, they’ve gone agaaaain! You are all alone! Was that really ever new? Don’t’ kid yourself in vain you dumb urchiiiin! Come dear child, bring your friends! For tonight you’re all alone. Dear pappy’s drunk him-self deaaaad! Let’s rejoice! Take a bow! For your beatings passed away! The night’s still young for youth to go astraaay!
@Sobek Hestia couldn't help but keep the frown on her face. All this talk about death and poverty were certainly pessimistic. It was no good being pessimistic all the time, for that didn't help the poor. What did help was caring people that would reach out to those in need and help them up. So she sang about that. They say that the rich Dine like kings And are waited hand and table Cultured Refined They tower over the commoners Without a thought To their needs Or so the people say I’ve seen it The kindness of a baron Giving food to the poor A young noble Playing with the servant children Without a thought to Status I have seen the middle class Reaching a hand out to the poor Steady Sturdy They wish to help While thinking of Their needs So the people say There will come a time When rich and poor stand Hand in hand Worrying not about food or danger And forever Happy I believe in this future Of goodness and kindness Happiness Love All of it Will conquer the poverty That has stricken both Poverty in love Poverty with money All shall be stricken down By a helping hand That continues to reach Out
No sooner had Hestia finished did the mysterious voice let out a low snarl. From the looks of it, the figure seemed quite annoyed at the fact that his evening fun with the slum rats was slowly being stolen away. Renewing his song with greater rigor, he'd continue to methodically sow the seeds of gloom. Kindness lies. It grins, With a pocket full of gold. Don’t be fooled, it still ain’t fed. See that baaaa-ron there? With your wife! It’s an affair. You’ll never learn to trust a man, nobleee! With your child, they play, Like a piece upon the board. Let them sac-riiii-fice your kiiin. Now they’re fully grown! With a tax sack of their own! The slum district they never walked again! Now the miiii-ddle class, Oh, they’re special on their own. So let me tell you, how they really think! See that urchin there? Watch it sweat and breed despair! A life of bread is all they ever dreaaaaam! Rich and poor, they stand, Hand in hand without a care, Let me tell you, why that iiiiis! When you’re dead, when you’re gone, And there’s bones and carri-oon, It doesn’t matter who remembers, theeeen! Listen well, dear child. For these secrets are for you. The world is just as cold as it may seeeeem. Time moves fast, it goes on, Life dies out, and with a yawn, There’s nothing in your fate, ‘cept povertyyyy!
@Sobek Hestia was undeterred by the man's song. Rather, she pitied him for making the reality so bleak when there was still hope. For yes, hope lived on in the hearts of the people and if they stood together, everything would be alright. She felt it, in her being, that feeling of safety among the people. So she began to sing of that safety. Lonely as the company may be You wander, child Looking for solace But the friends you made Have your side And you’ll know you’ll be Safe Down in the Dungeon You fight to live Yet your party Keeps you alive Supporter, adventurer It matters not For you’ll know you’ll be Safe See the fire In the night The family there Cooking the dinner Over the hearth The pot bubbles merrily And you’ll know you’ll be Safe
Despite the goddess' persistence, a low scoff was made as the sinister voice immediately rebounded with his own thoughts on the matter. Were these mortals ever truly safe? The answer was clearly no in his opinion, given the word of his own song. With each passing syllable, hatred and mistrust seeped thickly as if honey. Do you hear, these lies, From that little dar-ling god-dess? Aren’t her words in-saaanee? Where your friends? Are they gone? No surprise, just a yawn. Was it ever really worth, all the paaain? Bleed, and you cry, In that little dark dun-geon, Stru-ggle as you maaaay. Watch your back! They won’t care. If you die, split your share! Monsters really aren’t the only e-neeee-miess! See that fire? In the dark corner, Be wa-ry of it’s waaaarmth. It’s a trap! Don’t you dare. Draw your knife, do be scared. Like a moth burned by a can-dle in the nighttt?
@Sobek Hestia paused as she listened to the god's words. It was true, that some people backstabbed each other, but she knew that there was still good in the hearts of mankind. She knew there would be hope, but someone had to offer it first. She was silent for a few moments as she thought of what to sing next. These were the words that eventually came out of her mouth. Orphaned, you may be Tiny in stature and Wanting a parent’s Embrace Come by the fire Where the orphanage stands And you will be Safe and warm Poor you may be House in disrepair and Wanting the clink of Money Come by the fire Where charity gives And you won’t have to Want Alone, you may be Standing in the shadows and Wanting the warmth of Company Come by the fire Where the people dance Make merry, for you’re not Alone
