More Laments, and Beautiful

Pity upon those for whom these speak the truer.

'Great sweetheart... they poured your blood yesterday.'

'The prophecy was nigh... ride fifty miles, and not hear the crow of a cock...'


Ymar Sakar said...

Reminds me of Greensleeves, the reverberating one in the audience room.

The ancient cultures were surprisingly brittle concerning their leaders. Modern society will need more death to become the same.

Grim said...

Half a minute, Ymar. Time will come, soon enough, when you see the unwisdom of these words.

Ymar Sakar said...

The unwisdom came long before, when people sat around ignoring a war that others had declared on them.

This is merely the consequences of it, of people justifying their own inaction or lack of will.