Poem, Sagas, Short story, Weekend

Jeg lytter.

Listen to the sounds of silence as the walls come tumbling down.

It will not be much longer, until the crown rolls on the ground.

And should that bloodline yet survive, know that their foes do too.

The folk of either are the only chance they have to keep their heads.

For only when blood keeps blood can life thrive upon that seat of power.

And only when blood and folk abound will foes be below, not above.

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