Rule Britannia in Love.

The battalion of thoughts

marched on....

in Roman formation, shielded.

The attention to detail, flagged

was broken by the recognition

that my thoughts dispatched

were being invaded, attacked

by her Viking forces.

When I beached her shores

in the name of love,

I had little resistance,

she surrendered, I conquered,

she's mine for evermore,

but her infiltration

was nothing more

than her being the Trojan horse..