They had found her grimoire still dirty from the earth that she had blessed to keep the site and her spells safe.
Heresy they charged her with because she dared to speak to the forgotten goddess and write her spells.
I’m scared that writing this could seal my fate, / Blinding me from the ripples of my disappearence will affect those around me,
Fruit Loop Staved Mind
Trees fall and rise once more, / Scattering of leaves with life poking through the undergrowth,
This is surreal walking down this cold hall, / From my running toddler days to now I am a man,
Birthday Poem By Natasha H (Transcibed by me)
Brave Brave lion / As you wear your true face / and your place is everywhere,
A Tangible Memory To Treasure
In dark days filled of black depression and no way out, / It fills me with bright light, / I mattered to the universe,
Break The Pedestal
You should scratch more then the surface, / Exposure the glowing beauty of her heart and soul,