Her scarred heart is hidden in an oubliette of regret and sorrow. Tomorrow she will live, love, feel. Today she must stay in this place of despair, where decay is the only increase, as she waits for release that never comes because nobody knows she is there.
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Power In your fairyland castle you sit enthroned calling your subjects to dance to the rhythm of your breath, remote, aloof, from the failing strength of fluttering wings that frantically flutter in death. Your enchantment fades with your magic words that no longer fix your people’s woes and flattering tongues choose not to see, and […]
We often hear it said that our greatest strength can also be our greatest weakness, and we can see it in those around us.