Third Person Curses

Hell- they knew how to torture!

Not dragging one down to the fiery pit,

But watching- observing,

Unable to speak, to shout- to warn.

Unable to guide her steps back to safety.

I screamed at her, but no sound was heard;

I ran to her but I did not move.

These nightmares, when, whilst alive we dream

Of straining for sound, striving for movement,

They are surely remembrances of this place from before we were born.

There is nothing to make one value their power more

Than to take it away.

Watching my beloved walk toward her certain death,

I repent.

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