Chapter 24: Writing a Letter to my Beloved Ones
In destiny, unpredicted and yet to be done
in oblivion & ignorance, it is too late to run
the dark and the light must never be mixed
or fate, itself, be broken, unfixed.
The seal, Mortem, locked within thy soul
the blazing fire shall gradually burn Anima, & all
away—and deceptions, you live by
like fools and puppets, in strings, you’re fated to die.
Another soul, awakening, after you have fallen
from here, Terra Forma, the world will be stricken
and the Twin Moons, together, just watching over
in this pandemonium and harmony, you’ll find forever.
The poem haunted me so much, that even when I close my eyes, the words echo in my head like a vibration. What if what the thing you thought you knew, actually wasn’t what it is? What if
