Cursed be he,
Who trudges upon this ashy path,
Let death begotten to this foe so full of woe,
Let life cease to grow within his dust,
Take thee, Mighty One, so that,
He who hath crossed thee shall perish,
Burn him to ashes,
After he be torn to pieces,
Send word of this young foe,
Tell the Almighty to destroy his very soul,
For he has tried to kill the life of thine own siblings,
May the stars curse the night of light,
May the sun never touch the sky,
Hence be gone,
For as the moon shall rise,
All the night shall be lost,
And he that trudges along the ashy path,
Is cursed with the greatest curse a man could have,
And I curse thee to that path,
So ashy and dark,
To die a lonely man in your own hate.
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
Come sit with me awhile. Writing is my favorite kind of magic—conjuring dark worlds, forbidden souls, and stories that haunt long after the last page. Lately, I’ve wandered deeper into psychology, the mind, and the shadows within us all...
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.