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Jul 2018
A palace built with brittle bones;
so easily fractured. Yet in time
souls will walk upon the ash
under Pluto's careful watch.
Death will rise from its slumber
and surrender to the will
of the living no more.


A vault of riven dreams will open
and from within
the cry of corpses
will be heard.
born from a love of fantasy, i thought about what would happen if a necromancer could no longer control the dead he has summoned.
Gabrielle Celeste
Written by
Gabrielle Celeste  25/F/Niagara Falls
(25/F/Niagara Falls)   
     ---, AS, Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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