I knew once that pride was greatness and suffering the tempered restraint of honored men would lead to my own downfall.
I knew once that strength in numbers and arms would overcome all obstacles, that only time would be needed to finish the job.
I knew once spies and traitors were powerful tools to ravage a rank from within while leaving mine unscathed.
I knew once the ideals I spoke of to folk I would conquer would appeal to those eager to surrender and appease.
I knew once that making a devil of a folk within their own home and land would make them hated and cause them to scatter to the winds.
All of these things I knew. All of these things were wrong. Now it is that from the grave, I watch what legacy I had made vanish into the void.