There was a time when I thought maybe I was not good enough..
But then, I won over hurdles on my own.
It was normal rescuing my damsel form.
In soliloquy, I came to terms with my brave version, my unspoken, my shadowed and my wounded selves.
All of me, beyond recognition for making it this far; fierce.
Worthy of praise.
In my solidarity, I see things in perspective.
I couldn't see less of what I deserve.
Then there's always a game changer,
When things are calm and collected.
Trumpets blown, in warm, catastrophic horns.
A ripple of possible scenarios, unfolded.
Do I run or do I hide?
In confusion, I surrendered,
Casted away my frets, too late to hide.
It took all of my might,
To look at you eye to eye.
You're peculiar. Unique, mysterious.
If I figure you out, do I lose?
A battle cry heard even before the war waged.
In hostage, in a platter,
My thoughts gather.
My heart's long before burned in ashes.
Even my soul's a shadowed perfection,
But goodness, you taunt me.
Sinister is my mercy.
Even before I wielded my scepter,
A rain of arrows, merciless, my fiend archer,
Words spat in daggers, I waiver in anticipation,
Here comes my sweeping white handkerchief,
This is a losing chess.
Of all the games I mustered,
This one's the game of thrones.
Spade to spade, ace to ace
How could I win over you, my Ares?
I can't think of far devastation after pieces to crumbles but you..
and after this,
Slaughters.
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HeraoftheUniverse
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