Merciful Anthonilla wept in her house.
It is not strange for this to happen.
You can often find her weeping. But Merciful? There's the note worthy
part.
Antonilla was rarely merciful.
She chose to have toast for breakfast,
instead of beetles. The screams of children quickly bored her, so she
had her doctors be quick with their work. Finally today her bath was
one of Sand.... and noting else.
In the shadow of the fading Sun,
Antonilla wept in shame for what she had done, and what people had
done in her name.
All the pain that she had caused this
day cascaded down upon her shoulders like a cloak of blades.
It wasn't enough. Antonilla promised
that Tomorrow she was do better.
Tomorrow she would be a good girl.
Tomorrow there would be no mercy.
Tomorrow came, and there was no mercy.
The beetles crunched, the doctors cut, the world was cloaked in blades.
Still Antonilla wept. This time she
wept for me.
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