My Thoughts Are Nurtured By Night
My thoughts are nurtured by Night
I am my true self only when face to face with the Void
The Darkness is my guiding Light
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𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖆༄
𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒༄
𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖆 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝕬𝖑𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖎, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖆, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖊, 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖓༄
𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊,𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗,𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗,𝖌𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖞,𝕲𝖔𝖉༄
(𝔭𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥 𝔱𝔳 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔵𝔬)
hell is a place on earth or whatever the fuck Lana sang
Oh my, she's so beautiful, I wanna be her sm
Her:
~`𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖊~
Being a celtic fairy, Melusine (or Melusina) was usually depicted as a beautiful woman with a snake tail. The myth tells that she was one of the three daughters of a fairy called Pressyne and a mortal man.
The parents lived in peace until the man found another love. The three daughters decided to avenge by killing their father. But only then they discovered that Pressyne truly loved their father.
"Miserable girls- said Pressyne- You thought you had the right to kill your father. Now I lost everything I had, my love, and so will you. Now you will understand what means to lack something you desire. "
And so she cursed them the way only mother can. Melusine was made to watch over a spring and wait for a man to find her and love wholeheartedly. She was forced to watch people quenching their thirst while unable to quench her own.
Time flew. One day a man found her and fell in love. She gave him everything: love, wealth, power, kingdom, lovely kids. They were happy. And in turn she asked him only for one thing: one day, Saturday, was her day, he couldn't see her on Saturday. The mystery was: she transformed into a serpent on that day... The man took the oath.
At first the man seemed to keep the promise. But mystery is more powerful than love, even the greatest.
He hid and watched what she was doing in her ward on that day. The mystery was ruined, the love too. She noticed him and flew away in rage and fear.
"Poor daughter- said Pressyne- Now you understand what a thirst is. "
Snowstorm❦
