Not Leonidas and Gorgo,
I would rather be
Themistocles and Artemisia.
Death will be due a reason,
not for Love, or each other
not for being history's
another love couple.
I embrace death, by your hands
coming like a cold dry breeze,
in fragrance of your blood & flesh
whispering in my ears the spells
of end, I embrace it, taking down
Love with me this time, beneath
Aegean, deep in my water grave.

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