Quin Carter's Page

Quin sits in his cave, looks at the cold moisture walls and mumbles the song he just wrote. A song over a long time ago being the ruler of so many.

The lonely birds on top of his shelter can hear the following words...

"I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I… Continue