And so they overcame us.
All our
bravery, ground to ashes.
Beneath
the heel of the eastern fury.
The eye of
the Sun let loose.
To take
back what we wrested.
What was
rightfully theirs.
The Sun
and Serpent flying high again.
Yes, we
stood.
Knowing
what would befall, if we failed.
But behind
our walls and barricades, tremorous.
It was
only time, we knew.
But a
greater calamity followed.
To this
day, the gravest of mistakes.
Now their
ships prowl the open seas.
Ranging
far and wide.
Ever on
the hunt.
Marring
the Blue with our blood.
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