My heart has fought
countless clashes
so far,
yet it has stayed complete, one part
in this world of madness—
a creation of wars, envy, and conceit.
Where love just happens
to be an escort
only to pass the time
and then move on
to another Valentine.
Still, with all my sincere heart,
I stand tall,
facing the wicked, all
awaiting betterment to be instilled
for every mankind.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou

“Death of the Strong Wicked Man,” in The Grave


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