Times Mark

Many songs and poems have been written about your beauty, many battles have been fought, and streams of blood have flooded the earth because of you. Callous and cold you are, turning friends into foes, brother against brother, because of your beauty that surpass all others. With just a glance and a smile the world is at your feet, and all the earths fame and fortune is forever yours. Now you old and weak and your beauty is witherered, fame and fortune have deserted you, and all the people who once admired you, have moved on to someone else, all that remains is bittersweet memories of what once was, and your coldness.