Okay, so I haven't put up a new chapter in a while. In the meantime, I put this little poem up. It's weird and some of it doesn't make sense (even to me) but I like it anyway.
Telling tales of civil glory
Ideas streatch with every story
Was there ever two moons in the sky
Or was this just a made up lie
The future sees, but with no sense
The doubt of this is weighin dense
Past, the shield of clever clues
Will we escape this endless rouse?
Now only time will tell it right
There were once two moons on every night
Perhaps our heros will tell it true
But will we believe it, me and you?
For all we see is one moon today
And one moon it will always stay
Sorry about the spelling. None of the writing programs on my computer seem to be working.