A true centurion is amour with armour; yet we have allowed ourselves commanded by an emperor who is cold metal with cold mettle.
Centurion dreams are as beautiful as the poet's pen; Emperor dreams are of the horrific of glories of the sword.
"Ever is it so," said the Centurion, "that our best are sent to die while the snakes coil behind desk and scroll. And so the culture of peace bleeds out and the culture of the selfish man prevails."
For centuries a centurion had watched from stone-cast walls of castles tall, eyes to the autumnal horizon each dawn and eventide.
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