You watch, pale eyes hooded,
In the shadows
Waiting for the chance
To catch your prey – unaware.
Following my movements
Your gaze never shifting
Holding me with your mesmerising stare.
All at once
You are upon me,
A firm grasp
Staking your claim
Making me yours.
You are all around me
I am yours.
Survey your ground,
Gather your strength
Draw your sword,
Stand proud before me.
I, a foreign land,
Lie, virgin, beneath you
Seek every hidden valley
Every strange delight.
Plunder my treasures
Until I release my secrets
Lest your sword render me in twain.
You have won me
Take me again,
I am yours.
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