Kryptonite
Daily I don my armour.
I keep my blade, sharpened, poised and ready for battle.
Protecting those within my realm and allies from kingdoms, both near and far.
Not allowed to show weakness of any kind.
Safe within the walls of vigor, but craving for something... extraordinary.
Appetency increasing to no end.
After the first taste, my strength proceeds to enervate.
Chinks in the armour appear deeper.
No longer feeling like the Alpha I am.
More as a damsel, hailing from the land of Beta.
I've stepped from the zone of comfort, to find a weakness slightly familiar yet completely foreign.
However retreating is not an option.
My kryptonite has a name.
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