I once lived in a world where I was a queen,
an unguided fantasy, a wide-awake dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Delusions of grandeur, I had a whole world to save.
My only mission had been to stay out of my grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The king’s name was Eoto, and only to me could he speak.
In my most torturous nights, he’d wipe tears from my cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With every tale comes a villain, and no exception was made.
Doom was the character who declared my happiness forbade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Around my religion, I formed a small cult.
We performed rituals and spells for desired results.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because, you see, this wasn’t a dream.
I was a Goddess, and I reigned as supreme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My disciples, they heard, the conviction in my voice.
I led, they followed, all of them by choice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I protected them all, from a world filled with demons.
I gave them a key to a life with an actual meaning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes I had to tear open my skin, to clean my own blood.
But Doom, he’d get angry and scream, “That’s not nearly enough!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Cut deeper,” he’d say,
and I’d obey
so he would leave for the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eoto would hold me
and he told me,
“Next time, you have to fight.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I fought,
I screamed at the man, who would stand,
in the corner of my room, Doom.
Then the lights would turn on,
and my mother, would look at me confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’d begin to weep,
the battles leaving me weak.
“Do you hear him?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She’d shake her head, sit on my bed,
and put her hand on my leg.
I’d pull away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“He’s trying to kill me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Who?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then my eyes would roll back into my skull,
hatred for life consuming all of my soul.
I cursed, in a voice, that was no longer my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mother, she’d cry,
through tears asking, “Why?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I’d see nothing but black,
I’d wear myself to sleep and wake up intact,
oblivious to last night’s attack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the shadows in my room whispered to me,
“He’ll be back.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I understood.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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