Tiny Cynthur-gloeven, two years old Etruscan and shielded by breasts Her father's sword before her Failing redly before Romulus An unmarked swampy grave.
Little Centhe, aged six winter battles Roman shields her bedstand Centurians and legions around her Breached by Visigoth and Hun Faded glyphs of broken marble mausoleum.
Bright and eager Cynthraxia, of eight French summers Burgundian knights protect her castle Rams and ladders of Norsemen Axes of Thor on their necks Lost below the moat's bridge stones.
Canthevos, ten years joy in Barcelona Spanish armor and regalia Lances and horses and siege engines Surrounded by Moorish unforgiving Buried no one knows where.
Cynthia, American and fourteen Protected by no one of use Trapped by guns, drugs and pedophile Vexed by starvation and poison An elaborate, flowery tomb. |