Written by Emily Harstone | January 5, 2017
She tasted flesh, and liked it.
On this morning, the prophecy fulfills.
Don’t come here without your armor.
And the season of darkness begins.
Death sentenced, demolished evil, clear future!
Power filled her, consuming her flesh.
Yet she still was not fulfilled.
To cry over an old friend
A cruel fate awaited my enemies.
She morphed into something worth fearing.
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She tasted flesh, and liked it.
On this morning, the prophecy fulfills.
Don’t come here without your armor.
And the season of darkness begins.
Death sentenced, demolished evil, clear future!
Power filled her, consuming her flesh.
Yet she still was not fulfilled.
To cry over an old friend
A cruel fate awaited my enemies.
She morphed into something worth fearing.