They call me many things, but never ‘wise’.
Glorious vanity, for beauty I have – if nothing else.
Cold cruelty, for I have killed – if nothing else.
Am I wise?
It would have been wise if I had not set the white beaches and marred earth ablaze with sword and flame, merciless and intent. It would have been wise if I had listened to the cries and screams of those I murdered, those whose blood I wear with such potent pride.
I am forced to admit that I am not.
My fire consumes what might have been my wisdom.
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