the fourth poem,
to a woman who was too
brave for her own good

my warrior,
my love, my
r e g i n a,

you were
my entire
w o r l d,

but you were
taken from me too
s o o n,

torn from my
talons so
v i c i o u s l y,

by the one
who was
supposed to
p r o t e c t.

i am sorry that
you were the price of
w a r.

forgive me,
my love,
f o r g i ve.

my sweet warrior
princess, my first
l o v e,

love me always,
for i will always love
y o u.

the heart that
i buried with
y o u,

will forever be
purely and solely
y o u r s.

no one else may
lay their
c l a i m.

the maid,
the god,
n o b o d y.

my warrior
princess, forgive
m e.
-LUSINE ARGENT VOLKOV