Sophocles Writes

I have lived a thousand years, I have died a thousand deaths. I have looked death right in the eye, I have walked right away from death;
The sword has been passed through my heart, bloody tears have run down my eyes;

I know not how it feels to be alive, I fear not the thought of dieing again.
I have loved, I have felt pain, I have cried, I have wept, I have despaired but it all doesn’t matter because I know I’ll die again. I’ll die every day I live amidst this war. I’ll die everyday I move around with chains on my neck and shackles around my feet.
I’ll die every day I’m made to labour under the scorching sun on an empty stomach and still be brutally hit with a horse’s whip for not working hard enough.
Yes, I’ll die when I see my fellow slaves being ripped off their heads for minor reasons.

This is my fate. I have no saviour, I have no redemption; I died today and I’ll die again till I can die no more, and only then shall I be at peace.

Bless the souls of the slaves who struggled till the end.

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Blood boiling, temperature rising, brain cells juggling;
A war between my head and my heart, between what I want to do and what I must do;
Shall I, shall in not.
The door creaked open to reveal a little angel, MY little angel.
This was a perfect time to start my soul snatching, but, she said “hello” with her angelic smile and charming beauty; the inner mother in me melted.
At that moment, I wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to tell her muumy is here, to tell her how much I loved her. Then I remembered, I had lost that right the moment I decided to become the beastly image before her.

She walked towards me and said “Are you lost?, my daddy can help you”, with no atom of fear in her voice. I got back to my senses and said “No dear I’m not lost, I just came to get something”. She enquired further about my mission. I couldn’t blame a four year old for asking so much questions. I was only scared that she could wake her daddy up.
To avoid that, I made my next move, I took her to the living room, read her a story till she fell asleep.

No, I didn’t take her soul, I decided to be a mother rather than being a blood thirsty beast. So I took my own soul.
Now I have become a figment, an ordinary shadow, neither here nor there;
I think I like this, because now I can watch over my family and make sure the beasts of my kind never cross their paths.

The End