is traversed with a slow march
to the territory of your mind.
Your arrows are quick to return
and it is like fighting rain with stone,
like sending dogs to grind
pepper. How swift and lethal
your response, how endless the death
of my troops are. But where one
falls, two rise, where two fall, eight
stand up to continue marching to their fate.
I never give up, I have undying bones,
a horde trods onwards to your castle;
your archers send more missiles.
You never run out of ammunition...
The territory of your mind is surrounded
by my love. It will fall to the ground
because the territory of heart claims dominion.