WHEN THE TIME WAS RIGHT

How it was so simple back then looking upon my land, my castle, my life so very long ago. It seems like the delicate perfume of the tiny multicolored flowers just flowed over me with delicious aromas of Jasmine and sweet orange blossoms. The mountains spread itself over the land as if challenging you to gaze upon its infinite mass. The land in all its grandness is there still but the fortress long destroyed by centuries of endless entropy picking it apart piece by little piece. The towers crumble upon its own heaviness in a matter of a few decades.