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The Curse

Jennifer Adejobi | 0 comments | 07/21/14
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   What a story I have in store for you. A story full of beginnings and ends  Mystery Truth  And dispair.   In this marvelous world    Ancient stories were waiting to be  told. Told to the dreamers And to the children with the hearts full of wonder.   This marvelous world was full of vibrant colors,   Greens             Blues And reds                                                                                               Just full of beauty.   Monkeys were swinging Left                 to                     right     From branch to branch. Vivid colored birds were flying while the wind began to whisper “Come witness this magnificent waterfall”   The trees started to dance, waving their branches. Near the waterfall I saw you standing with your back facing me                   waiting. Your hair was as black as coal and your robes were white as snow.   Every time I got near you the distance between us extended  I felt like I could never reach you.   You finally looked at me and your gaze pierced my                                                                  heart.   Something unexpected began to happen.   Monkeys and  birds began to make noises that would make your ears bleed. Their eyes began to glow a fiery red.   I felt a shake throughout my body and as I looked down at my hands I began to see what was happening   I was becoming one of his statues.   This figure tricked me This figure in front of me was not at all that magnificent, he    deceived                     me.   His hair was full of eyeballs from his victims His robes were white with the souls he had captured during the centuries. Before this dream like world that this figure made I was free, but now I’m a prisoner.   I should have known I should have   Ran             Ran                         Ran Passed the gates and never looked back. I was misled,                                                   I was deceived. Now I’ m a statue in this magnificent world    telling the trees that are growing around me my life stories, my once hopes and dreams. Birds and monkeys continue to fly and   swing, bringing more living beings in to this world to be deceived. If I could whisper to the wind I will tell it to say these words,   “Run             Run                         Run Pass the gates and never look back”.

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