THE ORACLE.

Raoua Mahfoudh
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

The moon goddess gave me sight. I pledged my allegiance to her and i felt complete again. She blessed me with a gift. Or maybe a curse. But it was my fate and i had to accept it. The moon herself marked me, making me see what i wasn’t supposed to. I am now her and she is me. Half buried in utter darkness and cruelty while the other half gleamed with purity and brightness. Contradictions sometimes turn out into something beautiful. Sometimes not. But i knew for a fact that the moon is and will always be beautiful. No matter which phase, it shines bright every night showering the world with light. But the moon does not forgive and it surely does not forget. She’s fair with silver freckles all over her eyes. The goddess’s bliss fueled me with visions. I smelled like her and i tasted like her. Oh such luck, The moon poured life into me.

But it’s inevitable.

everything comes with a price.

    Raoua Mahfoudh
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