One of you is a warrior
Determined to defend your glory, your honor
Never allowing the shame of love between Aissa and Polyxena to sway you
You’re determined and unconquerable as Troy’s walls
A rock of tradition, standing tall
The other thinks he’s the Fairest for all he’s far from it
For all his rings, titles, and pretenses
For one of you, honor is a thing you were born with
Something you fight to hold onto through blood and sweat
For the other, honor is yours by right of birth
One you’re gracious enough to share with anyone you speak to
Family is important to both of you, but is it more than a formality?
The trappings of title and honor you were born to?
You’re not without familal sentiment yet prejudice clouds your vision
Ideas of what’s right and proper obscuring your heart
Leaving each of you blind to what exists in others
As you stumble across the landscape in a conflict you cannot win.
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