North King
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Paradise Lost
Hark!
Over the horizon, do you see?
An ark!
Sails billowing, flowing over the sea!
Few hundreds of man crowding the deck,
three caravels, carrying crosses of blue,
and on this shore, man craning his neck,
to see this great mysterious slew,
of wood and silk, and flags galore,
their cannons booming,
as they dock at shore,
as flowers on the shore halt their blooming,
All to see these great ocean ships,
Far have they traveled,
at decent clips,
and here they end their thousand league trips,
Bringing bloodshed, hate and toil,
To a land were there was no such turmoil,
Where hoplites once stood, stout and loyal,
disease now reigns, a thousand plagues,
Where Alexanders empire
stood over all the land,
strangers by the thousand come here,
from far foreign lands,
A culture undisturbed
for a thousand years,
Broken by the swords,
of a few cruel men.
Hundreds of good men,
in the service of the state,
slain by new dangers bought by the crate,
Alas what folly, God hath commit!
Paradise is lost, and Pandemonium reigns!
A poem written late in the tenth century, bemoaning the loss of Old Greece, a land that had heretofore been undisturbed, when boatloads of invaders and diseases brought about the end of their isolation, and their civilization.
(OOC: Comment and Critique as you wish. This was a poem written in my spare time about a game of mine where I was completely isolated on a tiny island, and lagged in the ancient age when my rivals were in the late medieval times. Oh, and you would be correct if you were thinking this references to a famous poem...)
(PS: And I know it is a bad poem. I'm not that good at it...)
Hark!
Over the horizon, do you see?
An ark!
Sails billowing, flowing over the sea!
Few hundreds of man crowding the deck,
three caravels, carrying crosses of blue,
and on this shore, man craning his neck,
to see this great mysterious slew,
of wood and silk, and flags galore,
their cannons booming,
as they dock at shore,
as flowers on the shore halt their blooming,
All to see these great ocean ships,
Far have they traveled,
at decent clips,
and here they end their thousand league trips,
Bringing bloodshed, hate and toil,
To a land were there was no such turmoil,
Where hoplites once stood, stout and loyal,
disease now reigns, a thousand plagues,
Where Alexanders empire
stood over all the land,
strangers by the thousand come here,
from far foreign lands,
A culture undisturbed
for a thousand years,
Broken by the swords,
of a few cruel men.
Hundreds of good men,
in the service of the state,
slain by new dangers bought by the crate,
Alas what folly, God hath commit!
Paradise is lost, and Pandemonium reigns!
A poem written late in the tenth century, bemoaning the loss of Old Greece, a land that had heretofore been undisturbed, when boatloads of invaders and diseases brought about the end of their isolation, and their civilization.
(OOC: Comment and Critique as you wish. This was a poem written in my spare time about a game of mine where I was completely isolated on a tiny island, and lagged in the ancient age when my rivals were in the late medieval times. Oh, and you would be correct if you were thinking this references to a famous poem...)
(PS: And I know it is a bad poem. I'm not that good at it...)
