Love is a beloved insanity. If tongues could speak the tale of love's madness, no hearers would remain. They would, as one breath, ascend ash-like upon the breeze offering their hearts to the pyre -- and not a one complain. For when it touched my own lips, it ruined my heart's kingdom. Peace became a travesty: my very hope was my despair. Where banners once flew in proud disdain a king now weeps for his kingdom's bane.