Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the huddled towers, Over a somnolent whisper of loves and hates, The slow wind flows, drearily streams and falls, With a mournful sound down rain-dark walls. Above the trees are towers where dread bells beat.
- Conrad Potter Aiken
Description: Queen Artemesia believes perfection is attainable for those who earnestly seek it. And in the task of creating the perfect kingdom, no one is more earnest than the queen. Artemesia will cleanse her Citadel of criminals and radicals, by the gods, she swears it. In her mind, no cost is too great for perfection.