Weakening Fire by Tia Voth

Oh dear Portia,
You have a burning fire.
Though thou were weakening,
You'd never admit it.

trying to be worthy,
You'll bleed at your thigh.
Blood tainting your walk,
You won't make a sound.

And on the day of deceive,
Weakness will creep in.
No longer do you show strength,
Inferior is the female sex.

Like the fire burning within,
Fire plagues your death.
Choking on burning coals,
To your grave you fall.

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