Knowing Zayle

I'll tell you now.

This is a tale of Heaven.
Of ancient God's and history.
Of lust, power and trickery.
Of control, betrayal, and secrecy.

A tale of time and life.

One woman, two beings.
One woman, one is keening.
She is the key, the final piece.
But will she open the door,
Come and see. With many souls,
She shall reep,
The woman in white's,
Hers to keep.

One woman, she is reset. Her past recorded,
Like a cassette.
Will she play again, one will wish,
Her past is horrid, not one many would fish.

There she goes, again once more.
She passes through,
That lighten door.
Will she record, this time not sworn,
Or will her entire world,
Forever mourn?

A tale that is sweet yet bitter.
This is not for empaths or quitters.
She may not win.
She just might end.
So with a sigh,
I'll ask you again.

Will you scroll,

Or are you in?

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I'm sure you haven't a clue what the description means,
and that is why you should read the story to understand.

And if you want to know more, it's right next door. 👉🏽