Cosmos | 81
Femme Fatale: Capricorn I didn’t come here to bend the knee ‘nor shake hands after a glass of pomegranate juice. I didn’t come here to submit in peace beneath your stares, foolish to believe that my neck is safe from the edge of your sword. You can surround me with your knights and stab me all at once like the fall of Julius Caesar and dance in the pool of my blood. But oh, honey, I came here to burn your kingdom down with the fountain of ichor falling from my wounds until it’s too late for you to realize that I am made from the fires that burn the Underworld. - Patricia Angela Gallon
