The Novice of Akelarre
Story About Daga the New Novice of Akelarre
Camouflaging like a venomous snake, waiting for the moment to
inject its poison, separating your heaven from your hell, leaving
your strengths in the desert.
They kill your hell by giving them your heaven without
distinguishing between good and evil.
First, they show you their first face—angels with wings, killing
anyone who wields their weapon.
Poisoned, you have entered their game; their second face, their
second being—the mirror no longer finds your reflection. Your soul
now frozen is afraid to trust again.
Hidden in your glass bubble, you feel safe but deeply insecure.
Burned inside, unable to heal, you can still cauterize the wound.
Your heart no longer pumps blood; it pumps sweat, full of cries and
desolation.
About the Creator
Abyssalgroove
I am a poetry writer, I talk about many topics in my texts and always with a dark/gothic touch, it is my personal touch and my personal poems, also write songs, i play two guitars and i love art nntmu :)
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