Artemesia

tis true

thou art superior to me...

you command your naval ships

with a beauty beyond belief

every rose

reveals a thorn.

why must you hate me though,

hate weakens

makes you see visions of a chain

that does not exist.

Artemesia,

they will kill you

if you betray your citizenship...

behind this veil of relativity

is choice.

let the tribes fight among themselves

cut off each other's heads

and roast in glory,

then

exterminate them all.

such is life...

such is glory...

what did you expect

that you could achieve kleos and nostos

without consequence?