Marilill wrote on 2019-03-22 12:25:37:
What if I already have cult?
Make another.
Praise be the tool that is Copy & Paste
Two cults, both alike in dignity,
In fair Sornieth, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal tails of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their hatchling's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
There was a time he thought a single
sword could save the kingdom. A
time, all regrets were yet far away...