He would rise triumphant. All done up. On a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants. Sharing his cup. Amidst other graver things. . Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head.
Eclipsing violent centuries. Like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles De Rais. A warrior and a scholar. He fought for Joan Of Arc. Before she met with martyrdom in flames.