The Makings of an Empire

Fall 196x

I believe in retribution; I believe in retributing and retributed. Henry is the devil and I am his temptress though I did not set out to be so. I unleash the sufferings of all my wretched emotions, only to confront one truth: time is made up of memories waiting to be forgotten, Anneliese is a name tucked behind an ear, quickly brushed away by amorous strides. I cry but my name is now Victoria [vic-toh-ree-ah, the choir boys sing in unison beneath the hammerbeam roof] and Henry no longer needs me.

Time is made up of memories waiting to be forgotten
Time is made up of memories waiting to be forgotten
Time is made up of memories waiting to be forgotten