The Accidental Sorceress

Harwin Strong:

on sansa’s hero

"goddess" the old childless couple thought. They had prayed to gods for a child. At last they were given the answer it seemed.

"Goddess" the sisters played. The festival was coming who better than her could play the goddess.

"Goddess" her husband said. He had found his soulmate. The one who was his other half in this world and beyond.

"Goddess" the people of the kingdom cried. Who would accept a exile that wasn't theirs? Difficulty they didn't deserve.

"Goddess" the demon smirked. Someone like you belongs besides me, let me take you to my kingdom.

"Goddess" the army shouted. As she was consumed by fire, still being untouched by it.

"Goddess" the kingdom rejoiced. Their god and goddess had finally returned home.

"Goddess" the washerman taunted. She doesn't deserve the throne.

"Goddess" the Rishi blessed. Offering a shelter, advice, support and Kindness.

"Goddess" everyone apologised. They realised their mistake which was sooner still too late.

Me:

“Uncanny visions arise in my mind: of timeless evil, and a battle older than the earth, which has been fought before on countless worlds, in forgotten ages. Even after this battle of Lanka, the war shall be fought again and again; until time ends, and dharma and adharma with it.”

—Prince Ram🏹🙏

Art by, Gustave Dore, [French, 1832-1883]