I lay beneath her feet,
Ready to be slaughtered.
In her eyes I saw my death.
And yet, in those final ethereal moments,
It seemed as if I looked upon her,
For the first time
Without a shade of pity,
She looked down from her pedestal.
And then I saw what I suspected.
Her crown lay in shreds,
Her throne a shadow of her past
Her campaigns unfruitful,
Her ego shattered.
Long years of pain had smeared her face
With lines of agony and strife
I searched for the peace I had seen once
And suddenly my mind travelled back.
I remembered the day
I stormed out of the great halls
Leaving behind what was mine for the taking
To lose myself into nothingness
And yet thoughts of her came gushing
Crossing the insurmountable peaks
Mistress of deceit, she sent them again and again
To bring me back in chains.
Her forfeited conquests
Her lonely nights in the arms of other men
Her battles that raged more within her
She needed one victory,
The one that would sooth her soul
And make her lose herself
In the fumes of vanity.
In nothingness I had found nothing
And so I went back,
Like the prince,
Ready for battle.
It raged through night and day
And she fought well
And then when she believed it wasn’t fake
I laid down my guard.
I laid down my guard
For the last time
Hoping against hope
And yet I knew.
She drove the spear in with all her might
And then suddenly she stopped
And dropped dead beside me.
Her heart that once beat inside me,
Throbbed once more.
She never would know
That she had already given it to me
And yet in her bosom, lay mine,
Still beating, still crying,
Till I silenced it for the last time
With the same spear.