#review #Go #prologue O' Lost
Between the leafs of a dawn, the poet’s soul arises, the writer’s spirit writes, and the head of a
Mathematician goes far beyond. But underneath those, there was a boy, no less a man than the
others, and a girl whom by Wagner the queen of Valkyries was called. The Dark was shown upon
London, and the bright in shores of Thames, no Leader, no Queen nor King, the vicious people
appeared, the river was full of Dark mysteries, but how come such proud river allowed the invaders
with their tools and fools, with their machines and means, that were never seen before, struck
London Bridge with a cannon so powerful, we had thought the sun was beneath our own noses. But
a conquest is no more than a act of treason to ourselves, as the British people tried before, now
beasts and beings of another world do as they pleased, we betray ourselves for thinking we are the
ones in control, but believe in these words, no will is left uncontrolled and there’s no action that
doesn’t have another with the same strength. The boy, with the small stature, that was no man, leads
another army, but was it the English? Was it the Vicious? No, another one. The boy that shall be
know as William, the protector, was once just another orphan, but now, he has become the greatest
of men. The Army of William makes a stand in Westminster, alongside his wife, he shouts:
- Today we may die, but nevertheless, we will live forever. Who of you are with me? – And by that
cry of victory, the Armies confront turns, who will conquer? Who will die?
Between the leafs of a dawn, the poet’s soul arises, the writer’s spirit writes, and the head of a
Mathematician goes far beyond. But underneath those, there was a boy, no less a man than the
others, and a girl whom by Wagner the queen of Valkyries was called. The Dark was shown upon
London, and the bright in shores of Thames, no Leader, no Queen nor King, the vicious people
appeared, the river was full of Dark mysteries, but how come such proud river allowed the invaders
with their tools and fools, with their machines and means, that were never seen before, struck
London Bridge with a cannon so powerful, we had thought the sun was beneath our own noses. But
a conquest is no more than a act of treason to ourselves, as the British people tried before, now
beasts and beings of another world do as they pleased, we betray ourselves for thinking we are the
ones in control, but believe in these words, no will is left uncontrolled and there’s no action that
doesn’t have another with the same strength. The boy, with the small stature, that was no man, leads
another army, but was it the English? Was it the Vicious? No, another one. The boy that shall be
know as William, the protector, was once just another orphan, but now, he has become the greatest
of men. The Army of William makes a stand in Westminster, alongside his wife, he shouts:
- Today we may die, but nevertheless, we will live forever. Who of you are with me? – And by that
cry of victory, the Armies confront turns, who will conquer? Who will die?
#review #Go #prose
Title: The Bastard Prince
PART-1: Epilogue
Between the leafs of a dawn, the poet’s soul arises, the writer’s spirit writes, and the head of a Mathematician goes far beyond. But underneath those, there was a boy, no less a man than the others, and a girl whom by Wagner the queen of Valkyries was called. The Dark was shown upon London, and the bright shores of the Thames, no Leader, no Queen nor King, the vicious people appeared, the river was full of Dark mysteries, but how come such proud river allowed the invaders with their tools and fools, with their machines and means, that were never seen before, struck London Bridge with a cannon so powerful, we had thought the sun was beneath our own noses. But a conquest is no more than a act of treason to ourselves, as the British people tried before, now beasts and beings of another world do as they pleased, we betray ourselves for thinking we are the ones in control, but believe in these words, no will is left uncontrolled and there’s no action that doesn’t have another with the same strength. The boy, with the small stature, that was no man, leads another army, but was it the English? Was it the Vicious? No, another one. The boy that shall be know as William, the protector, was once just another orphan, but now, he has become the greatest of men. The Army of William makes a stand in Westminster, alongside his wife, he shouts:
- Today we may die, but nevertheless, we will live forever. Who of you are with me? – And by that cry of victory, the Armies confront turns, who will conquer? Who will die?
Title: The Bastard Prince
PART-1: Epilogue
Between the leafs of a dawn, the poet’s soul arises, the writer’s spirit writes, and the head of a Mathematician goes far beyond. But underneath those, there was a boy, no less a man than the others, and a girl whom by Wagner the queen of Valkyries was called. The Dark was shown upon London, and the bright shores of the Thames, no Leader, no Queen nor King, the vicious people appeared, the river was full of Dark mysteries, but how come such proud river allowed the invaders with their tools and fools, with their machines and means, that were never seen before, struck London Bridge with a cannon so powerful, we had thought the sun was beneath our own noses. But a conquest is no more than a act of treason to ourselves, as the British people tried before, now beasts and beings of another world do as they pleased, we betray ourselves for thinking we are the ones in control, but believe in these words, no will is left uncontrolled and there’s no action that doesn’t have another with the same strength. The boy, with the small stature, that was no man, leads another army, but was it the English? Was it the Vicious? No, another one. The boy that shall be know as William, the protector, was once just another orphan, but now, he has become the greatest of men. The Army of William makes a stand in Westminster, alongside his wife, he shouts:
- Today we may die, but nevertheless, we will live forever. Who of you are with me? – And by that cry of victory, the Armies confront turns, who will conquer? Who will die?
#review #Go #prose
Title: The Bastard Prince
PART-2 A Boy
The Morning was imperative, the dark tone of the birds sang, houses of the suburbs now face that great challenge, the awakening. That everyone awakes, is no more than a lie, as there are the dumb lazy, and the smart lazy. But why should anyone awake? Why should anyone try to force themselves upon a destiny of poverty, if not more poverty? We can’t and we won’t know, but it’s those who face themselves with a challenge to be better, that move, yet a boy wouldn’t. The boy, that was named after his father, Edward, doesn’t want, the meaningless of moving out of bed scares him, so the blankets forge a fortress for him. A Crow, appears, and the boy sees him, staring at him, with two different eyes, a dark one in which life travels for despair, the other, bright and white, as the non-seeing eye, makes a prophecy of greatness and adventure, but which to trust? Does he really want such greatness after all? Al the thoughts disappeared, and he, already awaken, goes to the restroom, washes his face, stares at mirror, with a dead face, and says: ‘Let’s hope they aren’t at the school’. After that he has breakfast, with the little bread he had, with the little milk he had robbed, his mother didn’t worked, a depressive and unstable person, couldn’t hold a job for more than 1 week, being fired several times. So she would just drink Whisky all day, and after that cry herself to sleep. The house, a small apartment in the suburbs, was rotten, the walls were all yellow and black, as the smoke from the cigarettes didn’t forget. But he just accepted, he just couldn’t care about other things than paying bills, and also studying for the exams. The boy, who everyone called Robbins, was a quiet one, didn’t speak to the teachers too much, and didn’t interact with the students, as much as he could…
Title: The Bastard Prince
PART-2 A Boy
The Morning was imperative, the dark tone of the birds sang, houses of the suburbs now face that great challenge, the awakening. That everyone awakes, is no more than a lie, as there are the dumb lazy, and the smart lazy. But why should anyone awake? Why should anyone try to force themselves upon a destiny of poverty, if not more poverty? We can’t and we won’t know, but it’s those who face themselves with a challenge to be better, that move, yet a boy wouldn’t. The boy, that was named after his father, Edward, doesn’t want, the meaningless of moving out of bed scares him, so the blankets forge a fortress for him. A Crow, appears, and the boy sees him, staring at him, with two different eyes, a dark one in which life travels for despair, the other, bright and white, as the non-seeing eye, makes a prophecy of greatness and adventure, but which to trust? Does he really want such greatness after all? Al the thoughts disappeared, and he, already awaken, goes to the restroom, washes his face, stares at mirror, with a dead face, and says: ‘Let’s hope they aren’t at the school’. After that he has breakfast, with the little bread he had, with the little milk he had robbed, his mother didn’t worked, a depressive and unstable person, couldn’t hold a job for more than 1 week, being fired several times. So she would just drink Whisky all day, and after that cry herself to sleep. The house, a small apartment in the suburbs, was rotten, the walls were all yellow and black, as the smoke from the cigarettes didn’t forget. But he just accepted, he just couldn’t care about other things than paying bills, and also studying for the exams. The boy, who everyone called Robbins, was a quiet one, didn’t speak to the teachers too much, and didn’t interact with the students, as much as he could…
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The Love was bright, and in those deep mysteries of a loveless lovely couple, a song was made for the young girl and young boy, how come you may say? Loveless yet lovely, the dark yet bright love? The Girl was the reason why it was dark, the boy the reason why it was loveless, the obsession they may say of a Valkyrie, the sadness of a not understandable voice of despair from a warrior.
The girl observed the boy, the boy observed the girl, and for once they clash, with clear golden eyes of the girl and despair for the boy’s heart, the girl says – Tell me, Tell me, what I must do, if for your sake I’ll be through – The boy starts to sing – Not by my lake your love I must take – But in one twisted moment the girl sings – Now, don’t worry my own love, grab my hand and become a little dove – This very song, was created by them, and they call themselves the lovely yet loveless couple, singing at the darkest of the parks, within a cloudless autumn, they smile, and they kiss, yet so graciously, yet so beautiful.
The Love was bright, out of their different kind, and once again they may smile.
The Love was bright, and in those deep mysteries of a loveless lovely couple, a song was made for the young girl and young boy, how come you may say? Loveless yet lovely, the dark yet bright love? The Girl was the reason why it was dark, the boy the reason why it was loveless, the obsession they may say of a Valkyrie, the sadness of a not understandable voice of despair from a warrior.
The girl observed the boy, the boy observed the girl, and for once they clash, with clear golden eyes of the girl and despair for the boy’s heart, the girl says – Tell me, Tell me, what I must do, if for your sake I’ll be through – The boy starts to sing – Not by my lake your love I must take – But in one twisted moment the girl sings – Now, don’t worry my own love, grab my hand and become a little dove – This very song, was created by them, and they call themselves the lovely yet loveless couple, singing at the darkest of the parks, within a cloudless autumn, they smile, and they kiss, yet so graciously, yet so beautiful.
The Love was bright, out of their different kind, and once again they may smile.