Preach through me, Lucina,

Goddess of Childbearing and Fertility,

Treading along side of Vagitanus,

Through a blessed land of Lotus,

5 The story of Constance Joan Anastas,

A poor soul, cursed with deathlessness,

The only cure being to bore a child,

Only ally being a social reject,

Weak and weary from centuries of deterioration,

10 Her only desire being to end the cycle,

First the isolation of Awakening alone,

In a time less known,

Second the fear of knowing,

Death is not to be Feared,

15 But embraced,

Only when one knows,

Life is but Woeful Continuation,

Of a time once loved,

Once embraced,

20 Once wanted,

One realizes,

Nothing but torment remains.

The Commencement

From far across the land,

Deep within the realm of the Mortals,

Lives a deathless being,

Born to another blessed with Eternal Life,

5 Who of which has given up her aptitude,

In order to grace her Child,

The Intrepid Constance Joan Anastas,

Parented by a lone sagacious being,

By the Name of Rojam,

10 He has been cursed with repulsion,

Forced to live afar from human kind,

He, although repulsive,

Has informed me that I,

I am Constance Joan Anastas,

15 I am the Immortal,

Blessed with imperishability,

Blessed with pious potential.

"Constance, my dear friend,

Did you know that all of King Arthur's Round Table had insomnia?"

20 Constance hears one of her only colleagues,

A young maiden by the name of Eleanor,

Cursed with the utterance,

Of horrid witticisms,

"No I did not, beloved Eleanor."

25 She mutters in response to her inquiry.

"They had many sleepless knights."

Her droll retort makes Constance cringe.

One can suppose she is like an Jester,

With her degree of farce.

30 They were first acquainted,

At the juvenile age of only seven,

They have thus been companions,

For over eleven years, of their short lives.

But, lugubriously, They cannot stay in conjunction forever.

35 After the horrid remark,

Constance departed from her companion.

As she sauntered through the town,

The menfolk galked,

At her alluring beauty.

40 Even some of the young lassies,

Gaped at her elegance.

As she departed from town she approached a cave,

A cave that was home of Rojam,

A cave that yawned open,

45 While the wind murmured in her ear.

She then entered the home of her mentor,

A wise old soul,

Though a monstrosity to humankind.

His repugnance was a hat,

50 Covering his interior splendor.

"My precious Constance how are you this fine day?"

Her teacher inquired.

"Ah, instructor, I am quite well, though Eleanor,

She has again uttered another horrid quip."

55 Constance responds to her master.

"Have you heard, Constance?

The bubonic plague recently took the life of Dame Muriel."

He then interrogated.

Constance turned in horror, and replied,

60 "Oh, her poor soul! She will be sorrowfully mourned."

"Yes, but I fear she is only the first of many, my darling"
Rojam dejectedly stated.

"Let us just hope we are not to be mourned next."

Constance retorted nervously.

65 "Yes, let us hope."

Rojam returned, with a hint of dread.

"You know my dear…

As wonderful as Immortality maybe,

Eventually you may realize it's not such a paradise,

70 When this occurs, you know you must find a man,

And birth a child,

Only then will the cycle end,

You may find yourself at a point in your life,

When that maybe your only mission in life,

75 You, though, are fortunate,

The men all galk at your beauty,

But watch out, their lasses maybe plotting,

Against your life,

My dear Constance.

80 Consider this."

Rojam responded in an almost panicked voice.

"I will Papa. Well then, good night, papa."
Constance voiced,

Whilst attempting to change the subject at hand
85 "Ah, yes sleep well my delightful Constance."

Rojam reiterated creepily

Constance awoke, sweating as she did so,

She proceeded to reach to her forehead,

In order to measure her body temperature,

90 As she did, she could not help,

But feel two swollen lymph nodes,

On opposite borders of her neck.

She began to perceive a sense of obscureness,

She could not understand the world around her,

95 She then fell onto the floor and began shaking,

Uncontrollably shaking,

Constance then fell unconscious in her state of seizing.

Rojam overheard the pandamonium,

He entered the room of Constance,

100 Horrified at what he had seen.

He went to the town,

In order to get a doctor,

Even though he is such an ugly being.

Constance soon awoke,

105 Shortly after she fell into the realm of the unconscious,

She was horrified at what she saw,

Her fingers and toes were beginning to turn a shade of green,

An unknown shade of green,

One that portrays the sins of man.

110 Suddenly, an eruption of pain swept through the body of Constance,

Hitting like a flog,

Lashing her each time her heart beat,

Turning her body raw,

Paralyzing her in pain.

115 She could feel the inside searing in pain,

She regurgitated all that was inside of her stomach.

She yelled out in pain,

As her throat was burned by her stomach acid,

She began coughing,

120 The most agonizing cough she had ever experienced.

She began to choke,

Choke on her own phlegm.

She could not breathe,

She began convulsing in agony,

125 As she felt her heart racing,

But attritioning,

Slowly but surely,

Her body was shutting down.

She, however, did not fear death,

130 She knew she would be reborn,

She then felt her heart beat,

But one did not succeed it.

As she felt her conscious slipping away for the last time,

She heard two final words,

135 Spoken by her Father, master, and mentor.

Two last words,

"Woeful Continuation"