• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 02

Windmills

Sancho – do not desert me
I fear I am unseated
my ancient armour no protection
it has become another burden

I may never rise
my lance broken
where is the justice
where is my army

See how my fine hopes
the bright colours of youth
mean nothing on the road
will be trampled in dust

windmills have grown stronger
arms thrashing a clouded sky
flail in the coming storms
sweep aside others' misfortune

who will take the field
for those ground by the wheels
Sancho – sow more insurrection
plant more revolution

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