there was a beautiful woman
born of two universes.
One of dread.
One of hate.
She was never quite sure
which universe she was in,
until she was submerged
in consequence.
On occasion the two universes
would become blurred
and she would become both beings-
to be one of power
to be one of power
and one of spite.
She saw herself in a different light
-or perhaps in none at all.
She felt her veins run fire
as she pulled away from pity
and she pulled inside to divine.
The legend lasted for so long,
she devoured her own conscience.
The ache got lost in loathing
and the hate took up its arms,
and she became the being
that shouldn’t exist at all.
She saw herself in a different light
-or perhaps in none at all.
She felt her veins run fire
as she pulled away from pity
and she pulled inside to divine.
The legend lasted for so long,
she devoured her own conscience.
The ache got lost in loathing
and the hate took up its arms,
and she became the being
that shouldn’t exist at all.
