Faded to Grey

[Breg]

What joys have faded from thine eyes,
I'd missed your trees and first lights freeze.
The sound of fire and the gentle breeze.
I'd run my blood over every street to have you back.
To have you back in mind and in my heart.
Praying everyday that I do not lack,
Not the heart, nor the power to overcome thine enemies.
Oh sweet Britannia rest me in your buxom once more.

~A Prayer for Britain.

[Richard Mota]

What joys have faded from thine eyes,
I'd missed your trees and first lights freeze.
The sound of fire and the gentle breeze.
I'd run my blood over every street to have you back.
To have you back in mind and in my heart.
Praying everyday that I do not lack,
Not the heart, nor the power to overcome thine enemies.
Oh sweet Britannia rest me in your buxom once more.

~A Prayer for Britain.

son! son! COME TOO!
*claps his scepter on the alter*
what leads you to the temple of winchester and what is the meaning of your tounge?
i can hear you speaking to me as you fell upon death in your trainings but i do not understand you.
please i remind you that noone in this world is your enemy until you mislead them in your misforture
*a pigeon flurries from the window seal*