oh merry lad, be not a fool hold still your tongue, and do not rule if three bright women ask of thee which one of them the fairer be for know, that once my city shined it seemed our clouds with gold were lined but then that question tore it down and razed the land where stood my town my brother dear did take the task that queen and love and guardian asked but goddess trick is mortals woe for any answer gained a foe and blood, my blood his answer gave for he had not the mind to blaithe when cupid strung his hated bow my brother brought our greatest foe love offered him so sweet a gift he took, not caring what would rift he stole a wife, though honored guest and guaranteed we'd never rest that theft of beauty brought the wrath of kingdoms down upon our path the heart he took was not his own and thickly salt and stryfe were sown the forces came in many ships to capture back those tainted lips they raged around this city mine with battle not so fair or fine as seasons passed, without respite of fire and pitch, and spit and fight the bitter cup did overflow with heros blood spilled with a blow the heavens turned against our kind a bastard sun refused to shine the wounds were many, we and they when tired, they seemed to go away a parting gift, they gave my kind that seemed, unto my weary mind as foul as poison devils meat with secrets hid within the treat but countrymen of mine did feast and laughed when I spoke of the beast they did not know, when sun did rise that death would meet their bleary eyes and when the dawn began its course like ore' ripe fruit did split the horse for enemies were hid inside when peace was spoke, they knew they lied my father on the alter slain in temples, they did us profane their hardened hearts too hard to pray would rue this on another day but on that morn, that counted naught and sword and flame became our lot our loss became eternal then with blackened walls as thick as sin the golden beauty, oh so fair had torn our land beyond repair my sisters, and my mother, me were scattered far beyond the sea so this I warn you, if one day three ladies stop by you to say 'which one of us the fairer be?' do not ye choose among the three

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"and so i travel back.... a slightly older poem, but the danger of playing in photoshop is that you actually want to use what you come up with. and, this is one of my favorites anyways... going back to a very familiar (to me) speaker, the same one i used in 'of light and lies' but describing events after that particular poem."