The 1st Punic war is at an end, and Carthage has been humiliated.
Hamilcar Barca has returned partially victorious- he was driven out of Sicily and then he conquered Hispania.
Well not all of it but he did enough to get a toe hold on that land from where later his son would launch a vicious campaign to unseat Rome herself!
In a desolate shore of a nondescript Hispanic beach. Thunder and Lightning, and Enter Chaos.
Listen You people scared and bold!
The tale of Tales that I have spun
the beginning of a humble fun,
A tale so simple and yet so lost
buried within the permafrost!
The time has come, so hear yea all
of the greatest's rise and fall!
A horrid tale of war and lust
whose glory is but fading dust.
A fallen Lord and a broken crown
yet the guilty party was a clown!
He played along with a lot of dues
till the setting sun gave him the blues
An army so strong and vast...
yet it cannot a day last!
A father's dream and a son's great quest!
To conquer both the east and west!
A journey long, arduous and sharp
of swords and daggers, and flutes and harp!
So now people are you feeling weird?
'Tis exactly what I feared...
Hear! Hear! Stay on now
and remove the sweats from your brow,
The poor sentry, however swift,
just gives the soldier a lousy gift!
So there it is, the end is here
for a mighty fiend approaches near...
Time is short so now I must flee
and yet fill every heart with glee!
Fret Not! Fret Not! Here thunder doth ring
and CHAOS does as CHAOS thinks!!
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