We stood for a dynasty in the wings
I was faithful despite hesitation
You left us before seeing what fate brings
Now you’re but a puppet on cotton strings
Never shall you help this broken nation
We stood for a dynasty in the wings
You’re not progressive, you follow false kings
While we thrive without their cruel dictation
You left us before seeing what fate brings
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I'm a Time Traveller
“I’m a time traveller.” Well, at least that is what I told the child who asked me why I was wearing medieval clothing when I was waiting for a fellow re-enactor to pick me up for an event. The child then ran off excitedly to his mother, who in turn gave me a funny look, something I have grown used to and on some levels enjoy. I am not entirely certain why I chose that to be my way of explaining myself, especially since “I’m a re-enactor” is far more plausible, but the more I think on it, the more I feel I would not change the remark. After all, as living historians, we are the closest thing there is. For instance, the person who first engaged my interest in re-enactment when I was in my mid-teens had stormed the beaches of Normandy, drank the Spanish Main dry, pillaged monasteries, and both fought for and against the Roman Empire all while onlookers cheered and applauded as they enjoyed their educational day out. Although that is not exactly going from one timeline to another, it is close enough.
By Badger Hill6 years ago in Journal
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