Fate's Slake Desiccates
Extraction: The Truth Isn't Always Free
"Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."
The goddess gained access to my subliminal vault.
"Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."
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Her eyes drank me in. I feel into her ocean, deep into the brine.
I was drowning of thirst, as she slaked me with her salt.
"Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."
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"No language could be concocted to have my atrocities defined.
I chose to beget and slaughter. The betrayal is my own fault.
Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."
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My nature is not aligned to be maligned.
"I made, taked, consumed, I ATE!... All so I could exalt."
"Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."
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"You tried to rise higher than the divine?
Though You continued to descend You did not halt?"
"Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."
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"Your attained descent must not be allowed to intertwine
with existence. Your behavior is not a normative default.
Tell Me Your Stories, Your Magic Is Mine."
"Life I beget is gifted death. I made them cross the line."
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Thavien's Token:
"This poem was crafted for Mikeydred's - Mike Singleton's Vocal Social Society Villanelle challenge."
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Comments (9)
Beautiful and the picture is great for it as well!
I love the life I beget line, it holds such cyclical inevitability.
Wow, that was really dark and really good. Hope you win the challenge
"My nature is not aligned to be maligned." That line was my favourite. I loved your take on Mike's challenge!
This is fabulous. Well done.
Wow, wonderful villanelle!
Thavien, love the way you've written this. Another wonderful piece.
This is excellent and the problem that a lot of people have with villanelle is that it is so strict but that it what it gives it power. I can see this being a Top Story
A very dreamy fantasy you created in such a short time! I actually read it twice. It only magnified its power the second time. Well Done!!!