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“History began with a war.”
Bernard Knox.

By 700 BC the Cimmerians came under pressure and were pushed beyond their ancient homelands through modern Georgia/Armenia to the south, passed Urartu and into Phrygia and Lydia. They defeated Gyges and Ardys around 650 BC, but fate had them cornered by then. Settling in Lydia they were trapped between Alyattes and the pursuing Scythians. Defeated in the field and expecting and receiving no quarter from their ancient enemies, they were crushed once and for all, never more recorded in the annals of man.

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Epilogue

On journeys road three men once met

A noble prince, a peasant plain, an old man learned and wise

A fourth whom at their crossroads sat,

Resting ‘neath the trees.

Join me, he says, for shade and drink,

And offers them his wine,

And as the evening sun did sink,

To stay they make their mind.

Who are ye, asks he, and were does lead your road?

I seek my love, the peasant laughs, the flower that I sowed.

I rule this land, the noble sneers, as my son after me.

I study hard, the wise one claims, and truth my goal will be.

But what of you, you grizzled fool, why rest, were we do walk?

I need but wait, for war is nigh, and it will come for me.

Fool dog, they shout, monger of carrion you are,

It eats my crops! It ends my rule! No wisdom there to see!

I know, he sighs, but long ago, I lost my heart to war.

Night closes and their fire burns,

To share the wine, to share their songs, one gay, one bold, one true.

Then to the veteran comes turns,

To sing his song anew.

A pale wind rode from north and east

A girl of crow colour’d hair

Astride a gaunt and nightmare beast

With Anger left, and right side Fear

No pretty lass, nor fair of face,

That day she came to us,

And when I felt her cold embrace.

Needs heed her voice we must,

My brothers, friends, and me.

Next morning then, I took a life,

Like virgins blood to see,

And dancing on that field of strife,

Did she, a lover’s dance with me.

My brothers fell, my friends have died,

In battles, lost or won.

She never changed, she never shied,

And kept me living on.

And I,

Never forgot her kiss,

As hard as I have tried.

And from his eye a tear did run,

He quickly brushed aside.

Old fool, they laughed, and turned away.

Love save me, laughed the peasant then, what dour oaf is this?

My stand rather, the princeling snorts, keeps scum like him at bay.

But highest wisdom, thinks the third, in order rests and peace.

And when they’re finally good and gone,

The old man rose and bowed,

When familiar thud of hooves had come

And icy laughter flowed.

Well met, old friend, she said and smiled.

Truth, love and boastful pride,

They never refuse me.

Dim conceit, I take and break, deserved and with glee.

But you and I will dance once more,

And then your bride I’ll be.

She thundered down the road of life,

Anger left, fear on the right,

Love, Pride and Wisdom at her side.

Three man awoke, to war, to war!

To prove my love, the first one prayed

For name and fame, the second cried,

Good and proper, thought the wise.

And when she lifts her darksome eyes,

Four men lie dead.

The fool had danced his final dance,

The only one that smiled.

A girl with crow colour’d hair

Spoke on the field of death:

Some worship truth,

Some greed and need,

Some even worship love,

I need not care.

For all must bow, to me.

Men they crave me,

Some woman call me bitch.

For women they know me

And fear me

With jealous hate,

War is a woman,

A woman unleashed.

Description

“History began with a war.”
Bernard Knox.

By 700 BC the Cimmerians came under pressure and were pushed beyond their ancient homelands through modern Georgia/Armenia to the south, passed Urartu and into Phrygia and Lydia. They defeated Gyges and Ardys around 650 BC, but fate had them cornered by then. Settling in Lydia they were trapped between Alyattes and the pursuing Scythians. Defeated in the field and expecting and receiving no quarter from their ancient enemies, they were crushed once and for all, never more recorded in the annals of man.

Daz3D Iray Render, ~7000 Iterations, PS & Topaz Post work, added materials from www.pexels.com

Previous Picture:

Epilogue

On journeys road three men once met

A noble prince, a peasant plain, an old man learned and wise

A fourth whom at their crossroads sat,

Resting ‘neath the trees.

Join me, he says, for shade and drink,

And offers them his wine,

And as the evening sun did sink,

To stay they make their mind.

Who are ye, asks he, and were does lead your road?

I seek my love, the peasant laughs, the flower that I sowed.

I rule this land, the noble sneers, as my son after me.

I study hard, the wise one claims, and truth my goal will be.

But what of you, you grizzled fool, why rest, were we do walk?

I need but wait, for war is nigh, and it will come for me.

Fool dog, they shout, monger of carrion you are,

It eats my crops! It ends my rule! No wisdom there to see!

I know, he sighs, but long ago, I lost my heart to war.

Night closes and their fire burns,

To share the wine, to share their songs, one gay, one bold, one true.

Then to the veteran comes turns,

To sing his song anew.

A pale wind rode from north and east

A girl of crow colour’d hair

Astride a gaunt and nightmare beast

With Anger left, and right side Fear

No pretty lass, nor fair of face,

That day she came to us,

And when I felt her cold embrace.

Needs heed her voice we must,

My brothers, friends, and me.

Next morning then, I took a life,

Like virgins blood to see,

And dancing on that field of strife,

Did she, a lover’s dance with me.

My brothers fell, my friends have died,

In battles, lost or won.

She never changed, she never shied,

And kept me living on.

And I,

Never forgot her kiss,

As hard as I have tried.

And from his eye a tear did run,

He quickly brushed aside.

Old fool, they laughed, and turned away.

Love save me, laughed the peasant then, what dour oaf is this?

My stand rather, the princeling snorts, keeps scum like him at bay.

But highest wisdom, thinks the third, in order rests and peace.

And when they’re finally good and gone,

The old man rose and bowed,

When familiar thud of hooves had come

And icy laughter flowed.

Well met, old friend, she said and smiled.

Truth, love and boastful pride,

They never refuse me.

Dim conceit, I take and break, deserved and with glee.

But you and I will dance once more,

And then your bride I’ll be.

She thundered down the road of life,

Anger left, fear on the right,

Love, Pride and Wisdom at her side.

Three man awoke, to war, to war!

To prove my love, the first one prayed

For name and fame, the second cried,

Good and proper, thought the wise.

And when she lifts her darksome eyes,

Four men lie dead.

The fool had danced his final dance,

The only one that smiled.

A girl with crow colour’d hair

Spoke on the field of death:

Some worship truth,

Some greed and need,

Some even worship love,

I need not care.

For all must bow, to me.

Men they crave me,

Some woman call me bitch.

For women they know me

And fear me

With jealous hate,

War is a woman,

A woman unleashed.