If I could guide the hand of kings after the fall. But the light reached it’s Apex at the height of Arthur’s reign. And it fell to its nadir at Camlann. If I could guide hearts of queens after the fall. But my counsel remains unspoken as I continue my crystal slumber. So the Virgin … Continue reading After the Fall: a #writephoto #NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019