When I was younger, I dreamt. Not of dolls, or teaparties, but of dragons and fairies. Wistfully, my body has changed. I grew and aged, but the dreams of my childhood never changed. My old friends still talk to me in the darkness of the night.
The cry is heard, upon the ramparts. Ships on the horizon!! Hurry men, gather weapons. the enemy's wind is behind them. Should we fall, we fall with honor, for our hearts are brave and true. The King has mustered all his kingdom and set upon it his fire for life. Should we fall, we fail… Continue reading Should We Fall