Five Rings for
five regions.
Five Rings
were forged by
Unity and Prosperity.
Unity binds Nations under one sun,
Prosperity stretches across oceans,
bonding the earth.
For the weak and the strong.
For the poor and the rich.
For the generations that haven’t existed.
Yet in these regions,
Violence spreads like the wind,
Destruction crashes like waves,
by the weak and the strong,
by the poor and the rich,
by the generations of time.
Hands clenched instead of clasped,
Allies made into enemies,
Tragedies instead of triumphs
The Battle of Mankind
since the first sword.
Destruction seduces those,
whispering corruption.
As violence walks,
tempting man.
Chained through centuries,
Unity and Prosperity were tethered.
When all hope for mankind was lost,
a spark emerged.
The first flame,
dancing across regions,
lighting the Rings given to them.
With each passing Game,
Violence hisses and recoils,
while Destruction grips its fingers
On corruption to ground itself.
Five Rings instead of shackles,
connecting five regions under one flame.
Now humankind carries flames across borders.
Hands that were clenched
Now stretch out to carry the flame
not to destroy,
but to bind nations.
With each Game,
The key is formed.
Each flame
loosens the iron binds,
to free Unity and Prosperity,
to free humankind of corruption and chaos.
And one day,
The chains will fall.
