Her sword was drawn.

Within seconds she invaded,

coming in through the eyes

Thrashing through my veins

Shattering my honeycomb defenses.

Instantly fell the flowery soft gates of my heart,

and before long she had my soul

at the point of her silver spear;

like Athena,

Threatening to cut it loose

As it lay there, oozing adoration and innocence

All too satisfied to ascend the throne

for such an exquisite foe.