Written by Emily Harstone | April 6, 2018
My world, dark. She was light.
Suddenly they attacked with silly string.
Strands of light adorned her path.
Under her umbrella everything lacked proportion.
They called her Deus ex Machina!
Strolling through the memories of time.
Giant magic lady burns a village.
And that’s how it all started.
And that’s how it all started
Though alone, her smile accompanied her.
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My world, dark. She was light.
Suddenly they attacked with silly string.
Strands of light adorned her path.
Under her umbrella everything lacked proportion.
They called her Deus ex Machina!
Strolling through the memories of time.
Giant magic lady burns a village.
And that’s how it all started.
And that’s how it all started
Though alone, her smile accompanied her.