This love is no longer likened to that of Hades and Persephone.The name Aeneas suits your betrayal; and I, your Dido.You sleep with me, yet, your heart remains faithful to your destiny. Such heartbreak deserves such acrid thoughts. I try to attack you at every opportunity for your misconducts, a most impassioned speech I can only replay in my mind. I curse you. I curse you for taking my honour and leaving without a word.As your prepare your departure, I prepare my pyre of your remnants.I shall cry out extraordinary lament for our love, Aeneas.I will bedamn your name to the Gods.Atop this structure, I will grasp your weapons and mourn the day you ever set foot on my shores. With these words, I'll plunge the sword through my heart.When you find me in hell, my repulsion will impel me to detest your glance, to stare blankly past your shade.
Do not mourn my loss, for it was you who sent me here.
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