Tenna Key

“I am a curse on this world. For some time now my body has laid in darkness. My mind, haunted by the past. The agony… is never-ending. And amid all my pain, I recall a poem that whispers truth into the void:

“I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine –
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.”
― Niklaus Mikaelson