A gladiator
of a woman
she dreams
of ruling new Empires
by his side

Sacrifices, a given
as many tears as drops of blood
are shed
We run through fields
as children sleep in their beds

I will not become my enemy
greedy grasping
avaricious
harpies all

yet i still desire to win, the crown
(it’s in my blood)
Victory as sweet a taste
as any mead or wine
but for your kiss
I will yield
now , as then

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