She-Wolf, slashed and torn. Mother of archers
letting loose the great arrow heads as you
backed your way up the temple steps. Fingers
drew the iron bow string back and men, who,
moments ago mocked you, now lay shattered
in the wind; pomegranate’s blood pooling
by their heads. Lykopis, there is no word
to help me find your grave. Even crafting
arrow heads is a lost art, nothing glints
like flint taken from a bright stone. She-Wolf,
even as you stood by the temple’s gate
and struck down Theseus, Athens’ cruel prince,
I lost you—-I love you—-I need no proof.
I burn for you—-beyond faith—-beyond hate.

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note:

Lykopis was an Amazon archer who fought under Andromache. Her name means, “She-Wolf.”