She was a slave girl of ancient Greece
her hair was black and flowed in warm winds with beauty
her justice was her glory she was the kindest of the kind
was a Heliconian of the steps of Sparta
she had been taken at night in an Agogi killing spree
and now she was a bought slave in Athens

The wars of the Greek states were at all-time highs
many cities did have their own clandestine spies
that would convey the strengths and of the city-states
and the weaknesses of the people
I in those days was one of the few
and loved that slave girl and so would have you

By the Fountain of forever, I did meet her
I gave her the bracelet of freedom
so no more could she ever be a slave
and free should and would always be forevermore


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris