To The Monster Of These Recent Nights:
You cut out a man's tongue.
In doing so, you did not prove him a liar.
You proved that you feared what he might say.
So I repeat, for all to see, the words
that cut you so harshly that you saw it
necessary to prevent any further utterance.
SHAR IS NOT HERE.
Your misled faith mixed with the absence of
your distant, Realmspace Goddess has left
you to become something She would despise.
Not a woman that walks within the dark, but a
giggling psychotic who hides from the light.
These words will be spread. Everyone will come
to learn this of you, of your deluded devotion to
an absent mother who would shun you, should
you ever again find her.
When will you realise? That those you call allies
are just tugging on the strings of your dead heart,
that still holds what you mock in others:
A hope, that you are not alone.
Signed, an unsilenced victim.
