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Tales of Elizabeth Rosaline


The night was cold as death

And the stillness, eerie and sudden.

Laying on the pavement laid her friend

Mangled and torn, she was sprawled upon the ground.

Her doll-like placement chilled onlookers

Though none wished to disturb the broken piece

Upon seeing Annabeth’s body

Elizabeth’s face became white with rage

She wished to seek revenge on the monster

Who had done this to Annabeth.

Looking around, Elizabeth spotted the hide

Fleeing across the frozen road

Seeing the perpetrator, Elizabeth raced after.

While racing toward a certain death,

Whether her own or the beast’s,

Elizabeth deemed whatever would happen

Would be up to the fates.

After tracking the scoundrel to his lair

Elizabeth took hold of her scythe

Glinting with the flames of Hell,

She drew her weapon

Bent on revenge, she entered the hall of death.

Inside the ravager of death stood in wait

For either side to travel the Hel road,

Standing at the mouth of the cave

Where Elizabeth stared down her enemy.

The elusive Chimera

Standing taller than Athena Parthenos,

She snapped all her heads towards Elizabeth

Matted in her friend's blood,

Elizabeth struck the ground

To signal her intentions for the beast

Chimera roared at Elizabeth

Cued the commence of battle.

Elizabeth ran at the beast with her scythe aimed and ready.

Chimera lashed at Elizabeth viciously,

But each time she dodged the attacks

Only by the skin of her neck.

Breathing fire in Elizabeth’s direction,

Chimera bought time to evade Elizabeth’s blows.

In this dance of swords and flames,

Elizabeth managed to strike the beast

That severely wounded Chimera.

Falling upon the rocks,

Chimera desperately struggled to gain the upper hand.

However, the fates decided the beast had

Already achieved much in life.

So, as Elizabeth got in position to slay Chimera

The ravager of death grabbed hold

Of Chimera’s life force to drag

To the depths of Hell where it belongs.

Slicing the lions head from Chimera’s body,

Elizabeth ends her life amongst the remains of past hunts.

Taking the token of her bravery,

Elizabeth dragged one of Chimera’s heads

Back to the village to signify

The victory won to end the endless suffering.

Reaching the village, many gawked at the trophy

she dragged behind her

And once the shock wore off

Everyone congratulated Elizabeth.

However, she simply gave the head to an official

And brushed off the thanks, to attend to her dead friend.

Seeing her broken body, Elizabeth wallowed in a sea of grief

With the horrendous beast finally defeated

Elizabeth allowed herself to finally be heartbroken

And give her friend the final rest she deserves.

 
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