"You belong to me
You said you loved me
Devoted to me
You said you would always stay
Never stray
Worship me
Idol." The Goddess's lip curled, over Eira asleep on the ground in front of the hearth
The Goddess watched to see if she would move
The girl lay, asleep
Infinite balance of time
Creating aura
Like the glow of willow-o-the-wisps
Across silver hair and white skin
"Answer me!" The Goddess howled.
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PoesíaSmall verses, written in the early hours of the morning. Poetry, verses, philosophy, quotes, other literature. Like opaline skies.
