❝the conqueror❞
She is a conquerer.
We all are conquerers.
There's a dream in our heads that
Never lets go, watched our feet take each step
Towards the next win,
The next success--
The next war.
She is a leader.
A loving leader, a leader with loving followers.
They do her bidding, they see the big picture
And she couldn't ask for anything more in a following.
They work so hard, and even though she works them
Harder, more than they are used to...
They still follow her orders.
She is a master.
All trades, all skills, everything
She can do everything.
But instead of using her abilities,
Those tasks are always relegated.
Maybe, they say, she is just too humble
Too show her true talents.
She is an explorer.
Nothing is too scary for her to deal with
And nowhere to far to look for.
She will find every town nearby, loot every store
For the good of her people, of course.
Not because she enjoys the power.
Not at all.
She is an optimizer.
Whatever is the best use of time,
She can find it. Time is money, after all
And she will not have anything of the sort.
Strange, since she wastes lives too often
As if those lives are worth less than the coin
In her hand.
She is a monster.
The slaves she corrals into tiny houses have sunken eyes
And even lower spirits--their hearts are too far gone to be mended now,
Yet she still doesn't care enough to see it.
Progress, power, those are important to her
Not the people who once looked at her with admiration--
Not the people who spit where she now stands.
She is a lunatic.
She laughs in the face of those who ask for food,
And does worse in the face of those who ask for sleep.
After all, without her, that town would be nothing!
She created it. She is their leader.
Without their oh so fearless leader, the town wouldn't exist.
Maybe that would be better.
She is a stranger.
What happened to the girl they once knew
Who would do anything for the good of her people?
What happened to the innocent one
Who knew nothing of corruption and only of good?
That girl is gone,
Replaced by greed and lust for power.
She is a human.
A little bit of power goes a long way,
And the dark satisfaction of progress, we...
We humans relish it.
Does it matter who falls during our pursuit of power?
Does the end justify the means?
Yes. The end justifies the means, the humans say.
She doesn't want to be this way, she says.
She weeps. But the thirst to conquer is unrelenting.
