the princess

the serpents,

haunting the sea,

had dragged her by her limbs.

eaten to the bone,

there was not

a single trace

of who she was.

the legend goes;

her words were too bold,

her profundity,

had awakened parts of the world,

most wanted,

to

keep

deceased.

---

self loathing,

was the peak of my downfall.

ghastly screams rung

on a never ending loop,

head hung

in shame, running away,

was the only choice.

the exile,

was

the

worst

of

it.

---

with daggers in my spine,

hunters,

on my tail;

rotting,

was the only solution.

the poisons were my water,

and letters of fragmentary

virtue,

were counted

as

sacred,

almost-

scripture.

---

she had been told

from a young age,

there were two options;

stand true,

let authenticity

run through your veins,

speak from your lips,

but

watch

as you get ripped apart

mercilessly,

by the tricks,

the lies

the brutalities

and traps.

they will come with

conscious,

selfishness,

in the name of

righteousness,

and

you will sink to

the bottom

never to be found again.

---

or,

dim yourself.

bend

to the ways of the world.

let virtue,

be the boost of egos.

live in any world but yours.

become friends with the

cruelest,

and in time,

horrible things,

will become the norm,

but—

life will be easier.

i was always told to stay dim.

begged-

to do so.

to save me,

from my

own

ghastly screams,

engraved in the walls

witness to the consequence,

of my choice.

---

although,

only the best pieces of life

come from,

the unafraid-

a lesson flourishing

as the days go.

to be content with the

misunderstood enigma,

to follow.

---

the serpents,

haunting the sea,

had dragged her by her limbs,

as her last words were;

allow the hunters,

to do as they wish,

for the power I breed will

always,

intrinsically be,

in life and death,

unmatched.