The Spoils of War

My love lies, rotting, in the sodden earth.

There is nothing left to steal

Once love is taken away.

Remove my coin, my rings, my cloth of gold,

And leave me, naked,

Bleeding in the dust.

My heart run through,

My arteries bled dry.

I have no need for self-respect, nor pain

For all is lost;

I lie alone, again.

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