His PactA Poem by Bryad Polis ValentinoNot to entertain anyone, yet I do for all. Watch me work, it's Magickal. This is how I feel.Suffering through,
I seem unaffected,
Sustained by an oath,
Not feeling a thing.
The soul arts perverted me,
Tears spent over witchcraft,
Not a single one for you.
I’m the hero of this story,
Bitter, bloodborne fury,
I’m motivated because of her,
Yennefer, sorceress outlaw,
My price to pay is your way.
Shaman, Druid, Witch,
Sorcerer, hidden ally, dragon,
Don’t call me that,
Prince of lies I am not,
The sun disappeared when Jennifer died,
I lost my soul,
Felt bitter, whole.
I don’t entertain revenge,
I love all of you,
But I won’t tell you,
“Friends are friends.
Not family.
Each, fallacy.”
Red is dead,
Not forgotten,
Let this final story begin. © 2019 Bryad Polis ValentinoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBryad Polis ValentinoSpokane, WAAboutI was once called the seeker of truth but abandoned my way to learn how to show mercy. What I discovered was a gentle side with intense emotions. I refused to call myself evil, but feared that I indee.. more..Writing
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