He stood still above the falls raising his finger to the wind
This land tasted sweet upon his lips
Out there beyond the waves his memories had already started to fade
This land would erase all that once was
He listened to the creatures whispering delicate things in his ear
They called and called until that very day he called back

Now this empire would be his to lock in time
They could keep their battles and wars so far a distant memory
Here this land cleansed the blood from his hands and replaced it with
the sweet smell of jasmine and lilac
This empire would be built out of mud and dreams
No more steel and fire
He clasped his rough broken down hands and raised to the gods
This land is mighty and giving and he gave his promise of sheer justice
The others would follow one day but that moment stood quiet like the approaching tide


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