For a prompt on comment_fic on lj: Aufidius/Coriolanus
The line between an enemy and friend
Is rarely clear, and often weak and winding.
A new beginning or a sudden end,
A boiling hate or love intensely blinding.
His choice was Rome, was her, was them.
And now We all wage war, we smear our swords with red.
He broke his oath and so his death I vow,
The fitting vengeance for the lies he bled.