Feelings into words: Sinful Goddess [ENG/SPA]

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Diosa Pecaminosa



En la cima de un imponente castillo vivía una diosa
era realmente una dama respetable y muy poderosa
a pesar de tener muchos años ella se mantenía muy hermosa,
aunque tristemente todo era una fachada porque era realmente odiosa.


A los ojos de todos no era más que una mujer maravillosa
estaba rodeada de lujos decían que parecía una mariposa
sonreía con ternura parecía ser muy cariñosa,
pero a puertas cerradas no era más que una amargada pretenciosa.


Una noche fría que lucía muy tenebrosa
la diosa volaba por los cielos majestuosa,
buscaba con insistencia a un mortal con el que siempre había sido caprichosa,
al que veía desde la distancia rencorosa.


Para su desgracia él amaba a su querida esposa
era una mujer joven conocida por ser muy amorosa,
de hecho se había vuelto muy famosa
por sus ojos cálidos y su sonrisa preciosa.


La diosa estaba llega de una envidia asquerosa
su mente estaba increíblemente defectuosa
preparaba un plan para deshacerse de esa joven afectuosa
no se conformaba con nada, era muy vanidosa.


La luna estaba en lo alto luciendo muy lujosa
iluminando vagamente la calle que permanecía silenciosa
la diosa y su desdichada mente tormentosa,
preparaban un plan para convertir a la humilde esposa en una cosa espantosa.


En una cabaña apartada vivía una bruja mañosa
todos la conocían como la hechicera Encablosa
era conocida por sus maldiciones dudosas
y por su repugnante existencia olorosa.


La diosa intento disfrazarse parecía mafiosa
aún así no dejaba de verse ostentosa
su actitud era bastante cautelosa
se dirigía a la casa de la bruja sospechosa.


La bruja no estaba de humor para atender a la diosa celosa
urgó entre sus cosas y le tendió una rosa furiosa
debes decir "ven a mi alma venenosa"
y cuando se marchite la rosa ella dejará de ser tan amistosa.


Encablosa no advirtió sobre una consecuencia curiosa
pues esa noche fue muy tediosa
resulta que si la esposa era de alma pura y luminosa,
el hechizo se revertiría y se tatuaría en su frente la palabra pecaminosa.


Esta historia si tiene una cosa muy jocosa
una lección para esas personas espinosas
que tienen esas actitudes engañosas
y tarde o temprano todos ellos terminarán como la ahora conocida Diosa Pecaminosa.

At the top of an imposing castle lived a goddess
she was really a respectable and very powerful lady
in spite of being many years old she was still very beautiful,
although sadly it was all a facade because she was really hateful.


In the eyes of everyone she was nothing more than a wonderful woman
she was surrounded by luxuries they said she looked like a butterfly
she smiled tenderly, she seemed to be very affectionate,
but behind closed doors she was nothing more than a pretentious sourpuss.


One cold night that looked very gloomy
the goddess flew through the majestic skies,
she was looking insistently for a mortal with whom she had always been capricious,
whom she saw from a spiteful distance.


To her misfortune he loved his dear wife
she was a young woman known to be very loving,
in fact she had become very famous
for her warm eyes and beautiful smile.


The goddess was filled with a foul envy
her mind was incredibly flawed
She was preparing a plan to get rid of this affectionate young woman
she was not satisfied with anything, she was very vain.


The moon was high overhead looking very luxurious
vaguely illuminating the street that remained silent
the goddess and her wretched stormy mind,
were preparing a plan to turn the humble wife into a dreadful thing.


In a secluded hut lived a crafty witch
she was known to all as the enchantress Encablosa,
she was known for her dubious curses
and for her disgusting smelly existence.


The goddess tried to disguise herself, she looked like a gangster
yet she still looked ostentatious,
her attitude was quite cautious
she was on her way to the suspicious witch's house.


The witch was not in the mood to attend to the jealous goddess
she rummaged through her things and held out an angry rose to her,
you must say "come to my poisonous soul"
and when the rose withers she will no longer be so friendly.


Encablosa did not warn about a curious consequence
for that night was very tedious,
it turns out that if the wife was of pure and luminous soul,
the spell would be reversed and the word sinful would be tattooed on her forehead.


This story does have one very humorous thing
a lesson for those prickly people
who have those deceitful attitudes
and sooner or later they will all end up like the now known as Sinful Goddess.


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Me gustó mucho! Hasta yo he estado inspirado escribiendo este tipo de cosas, pero más bien imaginándome a una mujer estando en un castillo alejada de la sociedad de manera sentimental y emocional. Esta muy bueno. n.n

Me contenta que te haya gustado, tenía mucho sin escribir de esta manera y fue super divertido. Saludos ✨

Excellent rhyming verses and a story with an ending that leaves you feeling good. The malevolent goddess got what she deserved. Great job!

Thanks for sharing.
Good day.

I'm glad you liked it and thank you so much for taking the time to read it. God day to you ✨