Alchemisland

My text history dirtier than Marquis de Sade’s escapades

She learned lessons from history about siegecraft

She’s escalading my cascading Jericho walls

Knowledge from the world of the ancients

She’s at the frontline, waiting patient

I’m inspecting the granaries, looking gravefaced

Once her wild ephebes scale my walls using their cruel ladders

My soldiers weak bladdered and spent from the bare larders

Are repulsed by the ardour of their armourless foes

She is dressed head to toe in crushed sapphires

Her conquering force open the gates to let her in

Surrounded by a force of mailed myrmidons

Trained from birth to be mirthless murderers

The feared mercenary force deployed at Ilium

Slaying alike maidens, babes, priests and kings

She flings the prisoners over the battlements

Anyone professing loyalty to me is given one chance

Recant or be supplanted!