Diary of an ancient soul
Ever since Isis was born on the fourth intercalary day to roam our furtile grounds, I have been waiting to find my better half. And after aeons of observing warfare, evolutions and revolutions, I have found the one into whoem my essential heart resides. She stroke my mortal mind and repelled my poisoned ways, fulfilling me with eternal fervency. Yet the demise of my sinfull youth enwraps me with so much doubt about the uncertain times which the future now holds. Shall my soul adapt itself to this unearthly world, which the kingdom of Geb has now become?
Author notes
Have been playing with the idea of this story for quite a while now.. yet I lack the inspiration to finish it
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zoals ik al zei bij de vorige versie ervan, kvinnet iets vreemd maar wel ontzettend cool, mysterieus,en nog wel van die dinge

baby your past is a part of you
a part with scars
but also a part that made you who you are
and even though I changed you a lot
I love every tiny bit of you
Through good and bad
forever
xXx

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It has been such a long time since you wrote something, I think this was a worthy come back.
I can see, as Lunatix, you put a lot of effort in this. It is different from any other poem that you have written so far, and I absolutely love this new style. Your word usage, your sentences. They all flow into a great peace, which actually makes me feel like reading the actual diary of Sutekh.
I know perfectly well how this poem reflects on your life, and it's good to see you found once again a way to express yourself.
Awaiting the next part!
this was absolutely amazing.
Grtzz mate,
U4L
Phaethon

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When reading it I noticed that you`ve put a lot of effort into this and that the writing style is more forced then your previous works.
But I already like the story, bit mysterious and almost magical
I also like the way how you can relate to this in many ways and how you seem to describe yourself in a very original way.
I really hope you will find the inspiration to finish the story, but only time will tell
Grtz




