Written by Emily Harstone | January 5, 2017
Her spirit stood silent before me.
Let leaves endure the Taurian spirit.
I could see myself aging quickly.
In the morning, she will fight.
Dedicate my life to the wild
The Girl who could see death….
You’ll never be the same again.
She made lamps from nearly anything.
The ritual is now complete; rise.
“Hail…” A shot echoed silencing Beatrice.
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Her spirit stood silent before me.
Let leaves endure the Taurian spirit.
I could see myself aging quickly.
In the morning, she will fight.
Dedicate my life to the wild
The Girl who could see death….
You’ll never be the same again.
She made lamps from nearly anything.
The ritual is now complete; rise.
“Hail…” A shot echoed silencing Beatrice.