#qart hadasht

Let’s see you make a way where there is none -
says Fate;
Through ice, through storms, through iron, blood. It’s not
too late -
Settle down. Be a good boy. Let them have what they want
so much.
They might trample you last, and you’ll get gold
shackles -
It’s a good trade, worthy of Hanno, so
play nice.
Nobody likes a warmonger - don’t trust
your eyes,
Nor your ears. The wolves can be reasoned with. Just
obey,
And learn to call thralldom peace, like a well-
fed slave.
Losers get pity, at least. Fight - and you are the
villain,
Named traitor by traitors, cruel by those
who grind
Nations to dust. Is Qart Hadasht worth it? (Yes, it is.)
The winds
Change - any sailor will tell you. Those who
resist
Are salt, are ash, are crow dinner - they fall:
tragic.
Don’t court Aiskhylos. You never liked him anyway.
catch it -
The current. Guess it can take you somewhere;
who cares -
Well, besides you. Is victory worth eve-
rything?
An eye, sleepless nights, scars… say, where are your
brothers?
It all ends in poison. But Cannae still
thunders -
Laughter in inevitability’s
blank face,
Something greater even than Qart Hadasht
(It hurts,
That name.) You would still go to the ends of
the earth
For the idiots. Here is an ancient secret
I guessed:
You would still do it all over again.