Gothicarus: Part VI – Spells
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But the world turns around us,
Which allowed her to forget,
For even years at a time,
What her own sins did abet.
Buried deep beneath her work,
Her accomplishments, her plans,
A pulse of blackness beat on,
Filling up her veins again,
Until she drained the anguish,
Gasping out her heart’s secrets,
In a story, in a song,
For a breath, she could leave it
On the pages, in the air.
She would fall down, exhausted.
Gather strength for the next time;
She would always be haunted.
next chapter: Gothicarus VII – Advent
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