The moon is my witness, Chapter two: the rebirth

 

All her dreams suddenly became true, the ravens sought for their queen as shall she pass by and giver her blessings over everyone in the cemetery; where dead souls and bodies unite, words are no longer uttered, and where life is proven as volatile, and betraying. The cemetery was her definite spot she pledges to inhabit, in spite of her trials of blooming, however, looms the cosmos a darker lilac sky with a blood moon ready to be presented at her plate, and no other fate was her choice, either to succumb to her addressed apocalypse or remain dystopian for the rest of her life.

The moon is my witness, Chapter one: the giver

 

It’s a bittersweet taste, a polarized feeling that could sink oneself into the darkest depth unconsciously,

what if I didn’t warn anyone on the launching ship about a shark coming closer to the port’s shore, what if I muffled that in my chest and accepted an unwanted fate, for some, but for me, it would be a blessing rather than a curse,