Memento Mori

Running through the beautiful streets on a most glorious night. Streets field with the forgotten beauty of the macabre. Divine arctecture in the style of the Gothic. The victorian. The Roman and gracian. Things long forgotten in our world. Killed by the wicked demon known as Modernia. Is a most exquisite and elegant sight not seen in modern times but was the norm of this forgotten world. A female work of art so perfect dressed in her Lolita black Gothic gown. Her beautiful bonnet tied neatly around her head. Her hair not even the wind can ruin such exquisite perfection. And adorn with all the charming beautiful bows and lace as such a god could only create. She resembled that of a porcelain doll. Eventually she was tackled caught. To the growned she fell. As the other fair perfected feminine form goudged the beautiful charming dagger straight into her stomach again and again. As she did the victim thought to herself. How glorious is death. Without death there can be no imagination. How glorious is death may he reign for a thousand upon thousands years. How glorious is the macabre. Oh if man deny it then all beauty shall die with it. She took the one who stabbed her hugging her and the knife causing it to go deeper in her chest. She kissed the one whom did her harm. And in her last moment she thought. And how glorious it is to be killed by someone you love snd who loves you. There's no better way for me to die. I love you my sweet Angelina.
Come come sweet beautiful death. Embrace me. Let me be a sacrifice for this world. Be killed not by Modernia thou art mighter then she. 

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