Preamble

Once upon a white summer, in the kingdom on Arayle , the only daughter of King Reynold and Queen Loryssi was born.

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem
The city torn by age-old war
The holy city of the Jews
Razed by years of war
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem
The holy city of the kings
The city of David, Solomon, Judah
The symbol of hope that God brings
Pray for the peace of Jerusalem
The city Abraham’s children founded
Where love and laughter once had shown
Now death and dying lay mounded

“Luvilia, what is ahead? I thought I heard you jump,” said Menegal.
“You heard correctly. There is a ditch in the path. But be careful not to jump too short,” said Luvilia.
“There is a ditch ahead, watch not to jump to short,” said Menegal, to Ebhali who marched behind him.

She had now been living in the servants quarters for five days hence. She lived with nine maidens. A horn blasted loud and clear several times. An army of Franks were besieging the castle and its surroundings!

Despite the rain from the night before the sky was still a dusty, dirty blue color and the air was hot. The stone that the men walked upon was also hot, so if one stumbled, it burned their hands. No talk was exchanged between Menegal and Golwitch that day or for the next four, for they were too weary.

One speck on a solitary hill, standing
Outlined against the green, watching
Flowered plains stretching, empty
While birds swoop, flashing
A sudden blot of red, soaking
Into trampled mud, churning
Hooves grinding fragile petals
Swaying peacefully in the breeze, catching
Wisps of hair on a solitary hill, above
Distant eyes, staring, dimly down
Into rocky glades, stones sharp as swords

A single drop of silver,
A web spun, from the purest gold.
Colors, beyond imagination,
In every shape, and size.
Precious strands of dew,
Falling from a shelf.
You turn in awe,
Unable to grasp,
The concept of this wealth,
The Royal Treasury.

Coats of armor,
unusable for the jewels,
that laden every inch,
of their gold-incrusted surfaces.

This wonder is amazing;

I taste blood everywhere
I smell tears of pain
I see a blood red sky fade into a blood red ground
I hear bangs and booms of guns and cannons
I feel heavy from the weight of my bloody title
I watch as brave people die for what they believe
I cry as I see families come and visit the place loved ones fell
I pray I can have peace once more
I caress the faces of dead men and women

Has the world’s citizens, as a whole, ever fully contemplated the cause and result of a third world war? Why would another world war begin? What would this war result in?

It was the date April eighteen, the year seventeen seventy-five,
And so t’was that important day the minutemen woke at night.
In sleep they were disturbed by the cries of William and Paul
Letting the English army’s presence be known that night to all.
The next morning a small group waited, it was April nineteen,
And the Englishmen were then there to fight and be seen.