Many have fallen, many have given grace to what once was. The light rekindled for the sake of one's glory. Simply made mute the agitations to indulge in the sacrilege of that bitter sweet smell. The whisper of her voice gave an atonement worth Lilith's time. She was a replica of what was once was, a bitter ill made to salvage the sky's horizon. The Elipsa of modern chemistry, that girl was Hades daughter. A pencil lining was made to sketch her flaws, the beauty of which once was. She spoke truth were grieve was passive for fear. The dark made red seem blue, blood everywhere but my thoughts were scattered. This was a goddess in my palms, bleeding tears, knowing dust to wrong. Some call it wrong, others a must, but death had her own perfume called war. War to avenge and bereau, war to count greens and make haven.
This was the sound of music told needless times as a truth. This was an indictment of what was once was. Here I was caressing my worries like a silver spoon fed to a titan. The war still had its stand and our best hope torn without buckles. Spheres were shooting dusk, swords flying, blood spilling and our last resort the silver cross. The cross of Aries, sealed among the Mayhems. We knew that was our only resort but fate knew its meaning. The crows all layed bare to resonate what had just come. Patience was their loot but it was subtle to the ultimate price. Seconds to tame the dust before the leasons wept. The skies had a different purpose, it was about to rain solitude just when faith made its statement. It was excruciating seeing the one you love lose purpose but here we were rewriting this epic love story. "Ugh, ugh" she coughed. "You're alive" Janet screemed. "Take the spectre and take it to the land of the Mayhems", Elipsa squinted. "There you would be able to revive me", she continued. This script was not over rather a start to a whole knew dilemma. There was still hope even the crows made silence a new vow. But not all was lost, the rain cleared the dust and the war became heavier than it was. An enchantment code was said and Elipsa was transported to a warehouse in the next town.
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Resonance
Teen FictionThe hurdles were meant for the stars. Elipsa's grip held no bound on her. She was a corporate woman serving grats in the underworld. Her passive stare was light to the heathens. She was the best friend of Judith Sabalth. Glance was her power, that i...