3.20.07
the sun smoulders, hot
upon the desert sand.
its rays glint on the harsh metal armour
he rises and salutes the gods
as she is led to her death.
a dream of honour, a gust of wind
leading far from secluded islands,
to glory and war.
her jewelled head is high; sweat beads
on her young body
as the altar draws nearer, a priest
clutching a long knife
shifts with unease;
reckless pride is pride nonetheless
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