Day 33. 132 pages, 60,382 words.
A raging host formed at my back
With all the world before us
Oh, how they’d wither ‘fore our attack
They’d fear and adore us.
With my great horde I might have marched
On cities east and west
The jungle wild, the desert parched
They’d cross at my behest.
My current army is but two
Formidable though they be
This fact I’ll never come to rue
They are the best of me.