"Her
house sinks down to death, And her course leads to the shades. All who go
to her cannot return And find again the paths of life."
- (Proverbs 2:18-19)
You come to my gates with fantasies of serving me, but you
have no idea what is truly involved. Within this gorgeous facade lies a
bone chilling spirit that would spit in your face the moment you approach.
Grabbing you by the hair on your head, I would drag you to my dungeon and
forget you even existed. Although, the thought of you naked, cold and alone
might give me pause… it would pass and your soul would slowly wilt.
Each day your expectations would be torn away with the realization that
no one is coming for you. Abandoned and isolated you are only left with
the thoughts of when Goddess will send for you. Teased by the distant cries
of men who fell before you; the desolation crushes your will. |
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