Bruises on my left and right,

Reasons I have lost the fight,

I wielded power in my hands,

I wanted only to keep my lands,

But, strong as I was, I fell to my foe.

He was too strong, though he threw no blows.

As hard as it is to admit,

I went down without a hit.

His eyes are what did me in.

They made my soul feel taunt and thin,

He sucked the life right out of me.

It was a painful sight to see.

For such a seasoned warrior to fall,

This must've been a Goddess's call,

I boasted of my strength and will,

But two blue eyes held both so still.

My sisters now take me from the fight

They'll force me, now, to do what's right.

To this stranger I'll give my hand;

The right to me, my body and land.

For that is the price I pay this night,

For trying to fight an Amazon's fight.

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This is what I feel like when I have to face people. Aggression is not in me, no matter how hardI try. Sometimes it feels like someone is "taking me from the fight," and "forcing me to do what's right." Just a sad moment from me.