keketria

Two Kings, Two Queens. Upon a hill, beyond the sea There lies a grave beknownst to thee. It's weathered rock dark'ned with time, And upon it, a single written rhyme. Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here Remember there is naught to fear. Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee For revenge will turn tenfold unto thee. A King here sits, his head bowed low, His features lined with tears of woe Thinking of a time so long ago Of treachery that forced a Land so low Rejoice, rejoice, those who kneel here Remember there is naught to fear Beware, beware, those who are chok'd with glee For revenge will turn tenfold unto thee. A brother dead, a