'The Eagle' does not belong to me…which is sad because then I could have rewritten it…
Enslaved
I had to hold him
Force him down through his pain
I was so close to him
I could feel the rise and fall of his chest
It hurt
Hurt me as well as him
I had told him I hated him
Hated everything he stood for
This was true
But I needed him
After all, he had saved me
My life had not been worth saving
And I was nothing but a slave to him
My loyalty was my bond
As I held him
I looked into his eyes, his soul
And did not see a warrior, but a man
A man who intrigued me
A man who would risk humiliation
Just to save my life
This mystery of a Roman lying before me
Opened a door into my heart
A door I had longed to open
But now I wanted to slam it shut
Block out his face, his scent, his voice
For how could I love a Roman?
How could I let myself fall into him, into his world?
I needed him, yes
But the want was much stronger.