There were no wise people, only decisions that worked out well due to random chance and the law of averages. Still, the line stretched for miles along the palace edifice with seekers rammed into every square meter of space between the crumbling retaining wall and the drying up moat where horrible leviathans were once
The soft blue light faded as the day unfurled from its slumber. Shadows slowly elongated on the shattered porcelain path, held together by the dried blood and tears of immense beasts who once roamed the valleys when they still bore life. Today promised a semblance of mere sustenance, if the trickle still flowed from
There will not long become a day Up ahead to a proverbial third way To fight without raising even an arm To shout without sounding the alarm Burying seeds of doubt way far out In the untended parts of the farm By refusing to harm any living thing Accepting the blows without the sting