I hid behind the grove of olive trees
watching you embraced in the hands of another
what can I say, what could I do
for I have been at war for too many years

I have killed better them him
that lover of you'r contemp
so I turn my back on you
for I do not want to greet him with my sword

I will not wipe more blood from my sword
I by honour deny ever knowing you
you know not of my captives
what warrant to angels pride

So I place my sword on the pinnacle of loss
in the shadow of the seven hills
then kneel and cry
and with blade in hand, take my life


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris