
Entry to this week’s WWP!
Delivered on the cusp of night
The child of Nyx saw twilight.
On winter’s eve he first walked.
With sister fates he talked.
Of past lives and last regrets,
Of lost dreams, untimely deaths.
Right the wrongs, voices decreed.
Becometh the figure of destiny.
Lovely writing!!
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So historic in words, so impactful in flow
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