a Poem by Raquel Swann

If your body is a temple,

then mine is the holy lands,

fought over, sought after,

in constant disarray

as a territorial battle wages,

both physically and emotionally.

There are those that believed they

could lay claim and govern freely

that which does not belong to them.

Changes need to be made,

and so they shall at my command,

not yours.

No delegation of power,

No chance for revolt,

I am the lone Empress,

Sovereign over this domain,

now and forever more.

With such great loss of power,

I will allow you time to adjust,

during this period of transition.

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