Yield

Yield
She said

What will you do
They queried

She smiled

I will break this city
stone by stone

I will burn its histories
with my wrath

I will salt its fields
with the tears of your children

I will drink the blood of your king
from a goblet of gold forged from his crown

I will be the end
of your world

You are a beast they cried
A monster

She laughed
Delighted

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