Question, do you you have a place where i can support your writing? Like patreon?
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Really taken by the Kaiserin novel, so have some visuals for the SMS Prussia
do you take fic request?
Question will you update your Musashi ship story?
Mourn Them, for They Were Brave
Nineteen flames, extinguished too soon—
daughters of an ancient creed, undone.
Their courage lives in the soil, the stars,
a fire that time nor hate can erase.
Mourn them, but let their light guide us.
秋风起兮洛城荒，
旧日宫阙尽苍茫。
江山如画终成梦，
铁马金戈化尘扬。
汉家烟雨几时休？
千古兴亡一水流。
英雄泪洒长安道，
孤雁哀鸣过九州。
The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of smoke and the ghosts of screams.
The Golden Horn, stained crimson, reflects a sky bruised with twilight.
Hagia Sophia, once a beacon of Christendom, now echoes with the call to prayer.
A hollow sound, a mournful dirge for a city lost.
The walls, scarred and broken, stand as silent witnesses to the carnage.
For centuries they held, a bulwark against the tide of invaders.
Now, they crumble, weeping stone tears for the fallen.
The dust of heroes mingles with the dust of the conquered.
I remember the processions, the emperors in their purple robes, the chanting of the priests.
The vibrant markets, bursting with life, the clash of languages, the scent of spices.
Now, only silence reigns.
A silence broken only by the wind whistling through shattered windows and empty streets.
The libraries, once filled with the wisdom of ages, now smolder.
Scrolls and codices, consumed by flames, their knowledge lost forever.
The light of learning extinguished, plunging the city into darkness.
A darkness that mirrors the despair in my heart.
The double-headed eagle, symbol of empire, lies broken in the dust.
The purple robes torn, the imperial crown cast aside.
The bells that once rang out in celebration now toll a death knell.
A death knell for Constantinople, Queen of Cities, now fallen.
The whispers of Constantine haunt the empty streets.
The ghosts of emperors and empresses wander through the ruins.
A thousand years of history reduced to rubble and ash.
A lament for what was, and what will never be again.Istanbul.
A new name, a new master.
But the memory of Constantinople lingers, a wound that will never fully heal.
Smoke still clings to my scales, though I am leagues from the Smoking Sea.
A phantom scent of ash, of sulfur, forever in my nostrils.
I remember the sun on Valyria, not choked by volcanic fumes,
but brilliant, bathing the fourteen flames in golden light.
My brothers and sisters, their roars echoing across the hills, a chorus of power, of dominion.
Now, only the wind whispers through the shattered stone, a mournful dirge.
I remember the laughter of my kin, the gleam of their silver hair, the flash of violet eyes.
They are gone.
Consumed by the earth's fury, swallowed by the sea's wrath.
I flew above the cataclysm, felt the heat scorch my wings,
saw the mountains crumble and the earth split open.
A god's tantrum. A world's scream.
And I, a witness, cursed to carry the memory.
The blood of dragons flows in my veins, but it feels like ice now.
The power that once surged through me, a torrent of fire, is now a cold ember.
Valyria…
A name that tastes like ash in my mouth.
A dream that haunts my waking hours.
A loss that will never be healed.I fly alone now,
beneath a sky that seems too vast, too empty.
The world is diminished without her.
Without them.
And I, a dragonlord without a land, am nothing but a shadow of what I was.
A lament, carried on the wind, for a kingdom lost, a people gone.
From the towering mountain peaks, awakened is this motherland,
Its self-illuminating splendor proclaims freedom.
"O immortal sons of heroes, resolve with firm determination,
The path of vast virtue lies ahead, march on, march on."
Innumerable rays of glory, scattered like divine fire,
O worthy sons of the motherland – do not stop, brave and courageous ones
In the enemy's oceanic army, burn like a submarine fire,
Be heroic, be victorious – march on, march on.
Ramdhari Singh Dinkar: The legendary Poet
The court was silent, everyone terrified,
Some were still, others unconscious.
Only two men rejoiced, unafraid,
Dhritarashtra and Vidura,
With folded hands, fearless and gleeful,
Both proclaimed, "Victory! Victory!"
"Brother will turn against brother,
Poisoned arrows will fly like raindrops,
Vultures and jackals will feast,
And mankind's fortune will shatter.
In the end, you will fall,
The perpetrator of violence, your own undoing."
"The stars will clash in the heavens,
Flames will rain upon the earth,
The coils of Sheshnag will writhe,
And the fearsome Kaal will open his jaws.
Duryodhana! A war like this,
Will never happen again.
"You disregarded wise counsel,
Failed to value friendship's price.
So now, I shall depart,
Declaring my final resolve.
No more pleading—now there will be war,
A battle for life or death.
"Have you come to bind me?
What great chains have you brought?
If you wish to bind me,
First, bind the endless sky.
The void cannot be confined,
How will you ever bind me?
"Flames leap from my tongue,
The wind is born from my breath.
Wherever my gaze falls,
Creation blossoms in its path.
And when I close my eyes,
Death envelops everything around.
"In the sky, my hair sprawls wide,
Below my feet lies the underworld.
In my grasp rests all of time,
Behold my colossal form.
Every birth springs from me,
And to me, everything returns.
"See the earth, the underworld, the heavens,
Witness past and future times.
Behold the origin of this universe,
And the battlefield of Mahabharata.
The earth is strewn with the dead,
Find yourself amidst it all.
"Countless Vishnus, Brahmas, and Shivas,
Endless lords of water and wealth,
Infinite Rudras, infinite Kaal,
Countless enforcers of cosmic law.
Bring your chains and bind them all,
Yes, Duryodhana! Bind them all.
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