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
The Spoils of War 