Kingdoms will always fall as they must while dust never stops rising.
Babies of yesterday become makers of laws and triggers behind decisions.
Slaves become kingmakers... For to the fallen soldier nothing is as powerfully romantic.
Those who fall to death are always swept beneath the rubble of civilization which will ALWAYS fall to raise more dust in its place.
Woe unto the easily seduced.
I will die while my name lives on, declared the few too stubborn to die.
I fell in love when I had nothing to do... The thing they say about idle minds, said the soldier at the second resurrection.
The soldier made love to a damsel on the throne of dead kings... War maybe made him mad.
Humour the dead princess... She just may wake.
871AD,
Kingdoms fall.
Franco
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