Look closely
then you see the glow
in people's hearts.
Surrounded by a band of pain
it glows to itself.
It is too weak
to shine brightly
and strong enough
to mean something to you.
The cry for love
sounds through all the air
loud enough to resound endlessly
ready to fall in multiple echoes.
The work is to be done here
in deepest human stories.
You enchanted me with your love.
Gentle and safe
you row through my deep waters
to the shore of my soul.
Mysterious and royal
you spoil me.
Like a precious drop
you flow through my throat.
Your words echo in my temple like a prayer.
You are a true esthete.
What is the name of this sea my king?" "That is the sea of vanities," replied Frederick. Slowly and tired from the long ride, he dismounts his beloved horse and goes to the bank. "Countless of our ancestors bathed here."
“Sit down, my king, you are exhausted. We'll take a break.” Lieutenant Colonel Kurt Christoph Graf von Schwerin set up a camp in a few simple steps under the protection of a dune. “Kurt, we're going to war soon. I want you to get the troops ready. You are in command. Silesia is ours! I will bring back what was not allowed to Father." "At your service, my King! I will always be by your side!
"The November wind was blowing rough across the stormy sea. It was as if the waves reflected Frederick's inner turmoil. Despite the differences of opinion with his father, Frederick stood by him when it came to Silesia. He wanted nothing more than to finally occupy Silesia and defeat the Austrians. Two wild geese passed by and woke those who were sleeping with their screams. Frederick got up and took his sword. "Come on Kurt, let's go." Kurt helped him onto his horse. “Yes, my King, we still have a long way to go. May God help us!
Clouds of fog blocked the view on this cold May morning when Frederick and his troops arrived on the battlefield at 7 a.m. The Austrians open the battle around 8 a.m. The battalions under General Lieutenant Prince Leopold von Anhalt-Dessau come under fire from the superior Austrian infantry. Thunderous thunder from the guns fills the sky as Leopold collapses. Of the Smoke burns like fire in his eyes. He's slowly losing consciousness. "Attack!" He shouted at last, and ordered the 4th Infantry to advance. The whistling of the bullets over Leopold's head becomes quieter and quieter. He hears his mother's voice and his brother Wilhelm's laughter as they both come home from playing.
"Leopold," the paramedic calls, shaking his shoulders vigorously. The lieutenant general doesn't move. “Leopold, do you hear me? Wake up! You only got a graze. ”The paramedic bandages his wound poorly. "Bring him into the tent!"
He tells his assistants. When Frederick sees how Leopold's battalions are being pushed back, he lets his 12,000-strong infantry battalions advance, which he had initially held back behind hills. The Austrians succumb and blow to retreat. There were considerable losses on both sides. When Frederick passes the field kitchen on his way to the hospital, the smell of beet soup fills his nose and reminds him that he hadn't eaten all day.
There was a time when the unfiltered rays of the sun nourished the earth and gave birth to a unique variety of life. Inexhaustible wealth flooded the land like a flood-bearing river and fertilized every hidden corner.
The air was thick with the golden light that gave the land its splendid appearance. Those who were born into this time either sprang from royal blood or were banished to eternal slavery. While some bathed in their never-ending lust for rulership, others paid with their lives to bring the water.
An outstanding time in human history, the prosperity of which never threatened to wither.
In this magnificent setting, the beautiful Nefertiti saw the light of day. With blue blood in her veins, destined for great things from the start. Her feet should never tread on ordinary ground. A life of unimaginable wealth and godlike power waited to be gloriously conquered. Would she ever leave her golden cage?