Tis, time again, when one is reminded, of battles lost and those, fallen, remembered. I gaze, once again, across my ramparts and remember, I remember, springs, summers and battle. I remember, in my youth when one was vigorous and full of zeal, when a sword, wielded lightly in my hand. When my trusted stead, was young, full of fight and blood lust, carried my weight and shield, carried my life. That stallion is long past, my trepidation, long vanquished and war...is left to those, able. I look to the northern passes and they fill with this seasons snow. I will be, once again, sealed from you. Don't fret, for my armies are never far and the cold never runs to deep, that I can't march again! Kingboat still holds title, land and armies. p.s. winter is almost here! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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