by Pedro I Rengel » Sun Aug 19, 2018 12:06 am
The light disappeared from the roads.
In the early years, there was nothing to drink either, so all life died.
Fire! Fire makes the vines bleed.
But ice cracks rocks and makes caves where fire can dwell.
O Hera! Woe to those who cast steel onto water
For steel must be cast unto steel, by Ares
Or by Hefaestion set to rock
Where old Kronos holds it fast, before the day breaks in a new king
The count of the army was twentyscore and threescore long ships
The oars ploughed the darkening sea and sped the black ships onward like Apollos plague-bringing arrows.
And the maids bid them goodbye with a silent shaking of their scarfs