As Willem Kloos once spoke:
I am a god in the deepest halls of my mind.
But why do I feel lost and alone?
If even in the strength in the depts of my bones
Cannot steer people forgone
As a sovereign, I rule an island
Inhabited by myself alone.
As such there sits this god
In my mind on his throne
In lost halls, he waits
for you, his other
whom will receive his cogent crown
There where the fire of passion
In our hearts is lit
At the end of words
At the end of wit.
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The Crown of Treason
FantasyEnglish version of the Dutch 2020 Wattys Winner: De troon der helden In my life I have known three gods. The first one was the god of my childhood, The one I lost when I reach the age of thinking. The second one was the voice in my head, which turne...
