What is a temple with five spirits?
As useful as a mask with five faces beneath it?
What are names, that are as needed as fruitless belladonnas?
Identities of oneself, reputations, a title of personas?
What justifies envy, greed, death and vengeful fury?
The promise of love, pleasure, life and tranquility?
If a God where not real, how would evr'y one of us live?
Would we not create one, so to have hope to receive and give?
There are many questions that stay unanswered in our head,
Some even extending until we are dead.
But lucky are those who avoid questions of morality.
...However, what happens when you have an eternity?
Once Upon A Time, there was town located in the east of England. The village was crowded and had large walls to protect itself from raids, the local lord was a joyful man who governed his lands, and the people were as noisy as they were easily swayed by the nobility and clergy's words. In the outskirts of it all, there a was a young daughter of a pig farmer, who's mother had died before she said her first words. Her name was Anna, the first one of many to come. Her life was simple, her life had an easily followed routine...
Her life was Hell.
Anna was always locked away, the small window in her room was her only view to the outside world. She slept on the cold floors with only a blanket, for she had little to nothing in her room. She dressed in simple gray rags that covered the wounds on her elbows and ankles, and her soot black hair was tied into a bun. She did not know what she looked like since there were no mirrors, but with her sense of touch she could make out the facial features.
She had a small, dainty nose; she had a prominent chin; she had well-defined cheekbones that became her best features; her teeth were crooked and misaligned; her lips were nice and plump; she had a crescent-shaped scar on her right cheek, and a straight, thin crack running from her neck to her collarbone; and almond-shaped eyes with thick eyelashes. If she had been raised better, she might have grown as a lady more beautiful than her mother; but that was not the case. She had been born with the blood of a sadistic man.
She longed to be outside more than anything, to quench her thirst for freedom and a different life. A life far, far away where her father could not hurt her, where she would not be blamed for her mother's death, where she could be protected from the Saxon's raids. Freedom was her air, and she had held her breath for too long. She wanted to live, to be wherever her heart wanted to take her. But here she was, chained fittingly like a pig for slaughter.
However, on the night of her sixth birthday, Anna knew she would make sure things would change. She'd be able to live the life she wanted, or she'd come into His loving embrace for trying.