“Thy sir, I plead with thee. Who are thee?”
And the cat simply replied to my inquiry with,
“I am your anger, frustration, sadness, and despair is your black darkness that you keep from your friends, family, and everyone-even yourself. I am the desire that you deny.”
In which I contour with,
“Then which I am all the more stronger for; every time I suppress you, per se-I gain the wisdom and knowledge of the ages.”
Isciaus retorts with,
“And now which you are of the ages, you are to come the future's history's scribe; immortal to never truly taste death and ominous peace it gives. Now begone!”
With the answers I sought I parted Isciaus.
Copyright: Ms. S. E. Hammond- September 23, 1996
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