Segnitia Poem by Petra Novakova

Segnitia



The old me would be horrified
I have become weak, lost all my edges
To the comforts of life

I am death no longer, nor a messenger of darkness
The weapons I wield now are not bloodstained swords

I am no warmonger, nor a bringer of destruction
The weapons at my disposal have turned into words

The new me is satisfied
I have become weak, accepting pledges
From the consorts of life

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