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curses and dreams; the sea of vyl part two

they say you can't run, can't hide, when she comes; they say you can tell she's here, just by the feeling in your bones; just by how you tremble without knowing why; just someone stepping on your grave, you say. nothing big; oh, but how wrong you are;

for the faerie of aklindow is coming;she is coming, to curse, to kill. to erase all hope from the world, erase it from you; to erase your dreams, erase your wishes, erase everything that makes you you; erase who you were, erase who you are, erase who you would become; curse you so thoroughly there will be nothing left of you but the memories that live on in others;

curse you so deep you cannot run, cannot hide; until all you can do is stand and watch, frozen, shivering, more and more, until you see her face; see her cracked face, her wicked, evil, smile, her bloodred eyes, are they bleeding or is that your fear taking over; watch her stalk nearer and nearer, feel the cold seep into you and settle, seep into you and stay; sense the whispers, of horror, of terror, of fear, hear them run, hear them scream, hear them hide;

the sand is cold now, cold, like the waves, cold, like the wind swirling around you, cold, like her magic; curling, wrapping its deathly, fatal hands around you, you want to run; someone screams for you to run, to flee, before it's too late, but it was already too late; too late when you laughed at her name, mocked it, believing it was all a story; too late when you felt the air shift ever so little around you and you brushed it off;

it was too late from the start, and you knew it; she's closer now, so close, had you reached out a hand, you would have touched; you shudder to think of how that would feel, if her skin was as cold as her heart, as evil and twisted as her magic; she brushes her hand against you, it's like going underwater, you're drowning, you can breathe but you can't breathe; is this what it's like to be cursed, you can feel yourself shifting, changing, morphing, evolving;

your hopes, your wishes, your dreams, they're fading, disappearing, gone, forever, for eternity; gone, to a place no one can visit, to a place of solitude, of pain, of memory, of loss; that's it, then, you wonder, hopelessly, thoughtlessly, no one will want you, who will mourn you; you sink, sink to the bottom, sink to nowhere, to everywhere, attach yourself to aklindow, give up your soul; give up all that you were, all that you are, all that you would have become;

so this is what it's like to be cursed, then.

the quiet side of life, s. f.