Human Trafficking : It's real. It's in your town. It can happen to you!

Over 27 million people are slaves today—more than during 400 years of the transatlantic slave trade.
　 The sale of human beings is the third largest illicit trade. 50% of the victims are children and 80% are women.
Trafficking is when an employer uses force, fraud and/or coercion to maintain control over the worker and to cause the worker to believe that he or she has no other choice but to stay and continue to work .


Common methods used.

Isolation or removal of familiar surroundings including from family & friends.

Physical and or sexual abuse

fear of abandonment

Misrepresentation of the company, work or wages

Verbal or psychologial abuse

threats of harm to victims or victims family
Sales Crew Owners & Operators earn appoximately 50 Million annually. While the typical agents earn between $3.00 to $ 20.00 per day. They are left with no money to buy a bus ticket home or money to supply them food for a day.
For more information check out:
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The polaris project
http://www.polarisproject.org/

1-888-373-7888 or text HELP or INFO to BeFree (233733).
http://www.humantrafficking.org/

http://www.unodc.org/unodc/en/human-trafficking/what-is-human-trafficking.html


The best way I can get the information out is to share one girls story of her experience being a victim of human trafficking.
　
A Short Road To Hell: My story of my time on Mag. Crew
It was the summer of 1998 when I seen that eye-catching ad in my local newspaper that read Fun in the Sun get paid to travel while earning lots of cash in a rock in roll atmosphere call Gina for details. I had a good job working in a call center making reservations for the national parks service.

I however wanted something that would help me escape the crippling pain that had become my life. I had recently suffered the loss of a very dear loved one. I had been abandoned by my father while being forced into a marriage with a guy I did not want to be with. I went from being an honor roll student-college bound in the pre law program to a high school drop-out in a matter of a few months. My life had been turned upside down and I felt the need to escape if not forever than for a little while. The ad in the paper sounded like the perfect solution.

I called the number listed in the paper and spoke to Gina for twenty minutes while she conducted my "Interview" over the phone and told me right away that I was hired!! I would be working with girls and guys around my age for a sales company traveling around the United States and the best part was I would be making lots of money while I did! It sounded like the perfect solution to all my problems.

Gina said that I should get packed and she would call back with my departure information. I was so excited I called up my best friend Little B and told her that I was going to be leaving with a traveling sales company she wanted to come along to so she hung up and called Gina too, a few minutes later she called back excited she got hired too we were going together!!

Gina called back later that day and gave me the information we were to meet a guy name Joey at our local holiday Inn who would drive us up to Pittsburgh to join up with the rest of the crew. Little B and I packed up what we wanted to bring with us out on the road, and spent our last night together at my grandmother’s place!!

The next day we went down to the holiday Inn with suitcases and backpacks but the guy that was suppose to meet us was not there yet so we waited inside the lobby. Forty-five minutes later a tall looking bald man in wrinkled clothes walked up and asked if we were the girls that Gina had sent? We followed him out to a white beat up old ford.

I remember feeling odd about traveling out of state with a man who did not look very professional but then it was suppose to be a causal environment. I shrugged it off and got into the car despite the warnings going off in my head.

On the ride up to the hotel in Pittsburgh Joey asked us a lot of questions about ourselves in between he would tell us about all the cool places he has been and all the things he has gotten to do since joining the company it sounded exciting like we were going on a big adventure.

When we got to the hotel Joey took us upstairs to meet our manger Eddie in his room/office. The moment I laid my eyes on Eddie I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was off he seemed a little shady to me especially when he put a handful of cash in my and little B hand for just coming out and joining the crew. It was then that the other agents started coming back into the hotel and I learned that we would be selling magazines subscriptions.

My first day of training was what they called stemming usually in a mall or parking lot where we would walk up to random people and try to sell them magazines. I did not get any my first day and neither did Little B but no one seemed to care because we were new, All the guys and most of the girls on crew were pretty friendly and went out of their way to make sure we were having a good time which we were. The next day we left Pittsburg and travel all day and night until we got to our next location in Indiana.

For the first few weeks we learned the ropes going door to door or stemming with older agents, I would get some sales but was not what they called a power agent but was told I would get it with practice. I would perfect. I was encouraged to wear shorts and tank tops showing as much skin as possible. They said the guys would be more likely to buy magazines from a pretty girl.

We were taught to say that we were kids in a contest trying to earn points towards a college scholarship and a free trip to Europe. We were taught to ignore the first No and keep selling. We were encourage to get payments in the form of Cash as Checks were accepted but discouraged the reason they listed was because it takes too long for a check to clear.

In the beginning we would get anywhere from 15-20 dollars a day but after awhile it would dwindle down to barely 5-10 dollars a day that was not a lot of money to eat dinner on that night or have breakfast the next morning but somehow you were expected to make it work.

I cannot begin to count the payments of $3.00 I received while working there, or the times where I did not get paid at all. I often shared a room with three-four other girls so that we would have to sleep two to a bed yet we were charged for the expense of a room.

We would get up at 6-630 am because we had to be at the morning sales at 7 am before we would load up in our assigned van and head out to grab a bite to eat (if you had the money) before going out on drops. We would work from 8am to as late as 9-10 pm six days a week in all weather conditions.

I remember there was one place they dropped me off that was swarming with mosquitoes so bad that you could barely see your hand in front of your own face. I was lucky some really nice people let me stay inside their house until my car handler came back. Sadly they did not buy any magazine.

When you went out on drops which usually lasted between 2-3 hours at a time, you never knew where you were going to end up sometimes it was in a nice neighborhood, or apartment complexes but a lot of the time you were in ran down parts of town, trailer courts and yes even low income housing developments, they did not care how or where you got your sales just as long as you got them.

The scary part was being out on drops and never knowing who was behind the door that you were knocking on. In the four months I was out on Mag. Crew I had guns pointed at my head, was sexual assaulted and one guy tried to lock me in his house but lucky for me I got away before anything too bad happened.

The Mangers did not care when these things happen to you they would just drop you off at the next location and tell you to shake it off. Once I was dropped off in a neighborhood that had people nailing boards up to their windows and all the people I ran into kept telling me that I need to get out of there before dark or I could be killed. One of them let me call my manger Eddie to have him get a hold of Joey so I could be picked up before it got dark but Eddie told me to get back to selling that Joey would get there when he could.

The managers did not care about your personal safety or if you lived or die out there on T (Territory) you were replaceable by the next naïve young person looking for money.

If you were a female sales agent your are expected to flirt with the customers, and to sleep with the male agents to keep them happy so they would be more likely to continue to sell. My manger even went as far as telling me to show the guys my boobs to get them to buy from me-it made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to sell so that I could eat but I would not degrade myself to do so, I had my limits although as time went on you would start question your limits as desperation seemed to swallow you alive.

The longer you stay out with the road crew the more you learned about the crew. The stories of people being left on drops, beaten up and dropped off in the middle of nowhere or abandoned at the bus station with no money, no ticket home were no longer rumors but reality.

When someone came up missing you did not ask questions because you did not want to be next so you learned to tuck it away and pretended like they were never there in the first place but it always ate at you inside. After a few weeks of working twelve hours a day in the hot sun with little to no food and next to nothing of sleep it wore you down little by little to the point where you started living for the night-time out on road crew.

It was always a big party at the hotel after we came in from our long days knocking doors. I have seen my fair share of ice & beer filled bathtubs, empty bottles and on occasion I would see people passing joints around. I heard of other drugs being used but never personally seen it because I tried to stay far away from that because it was not my scene. Alcohol was easy to come by and I spent 90% of 4 month out on road crew drinking or drunk-but that was normal out on road crew even expected in away.

I seen more fights than I can count from bar rooms brawls to a guy in my crew getting run over because they were fighting with another Mag. Crew for T (stands for territory) I send mangers beat male agents for not making their quota’s.

The Beginning of the end came for me one night in September of 1998 we had just made a jump from Tennessee back to Indiana to join back up with the whole company. It had been one of the rare Saturday jumps which meant that we had two full days of partying instead of just one.

I was on a two day drinking binge and ended up in one of the hotel rooms with about twenty-five people who were all drinking it starting getting late and I was pretty drunk so I decided it would be a good time to head back to my hotel room and crash incept we had only been there 1 day and I could not remember what room I was in or even which side of the hotel I was supposed to be on and everything looked the same.

I thought about trying to find little B but it was a big hotel and I wouldn’t know where to look so I told one of the guys on my Crew Dean that I was just going to crash there on the floor. Usually I would not be so daring but at that point I figure with so many people around I would have nothing to worry about and would be fairly safe.

Well Dean said that there was no way he was going to let me crash in that room with all those guys-"It would not be safe" Dean said that it would be better if I went back to his room and slept it off there so that he could keep an eye on me and make sure I was safe because I was pretty messed up-who could argue with that?

I was young, drunk and naïve so of course I did not argue and to make it worse I trusted Dean and believed he was a good friend so when he promised me that it was strictly for my own good and safety I believed him and agreed to go with him back to his room.

I tried to follow dean up to his room but kept falling so Dean ended up carrying me back to his room. Once inside the door I asked Dean which bed he pointed at the one on the far left of the room and I stumbled over crawled into the bed with my shoes on and full dressed and passed out when I woke the next morning Dean was beside me and we were both without clothes-I freaked out threw on my clothes and ran back to my hotel room.

Thankfully my room-mates where already gone for the day so they were not witness to my meltdown as I shook, scream, threw-up and tried to scrub my skin off. I knew there was no sense in telling anyone because I had broke their rule about if a girl goes to a guys room then she can’t report rape but if a guy goes into a girls room then she can. (It took me a long time to realize that this was totally bullshit rape is rape regardless of the location) I got dressed went to the meeting like nothing had happened and went out on my drops but a piece of me died that day a piece that I will never get back.

Little B left the crew a few days later and begged me to go with her but by this time I was in a relationship with one of the mangers so I decided to stay and see where that went.

I spent pretty much all my free time with Jay in his room half afraid to spend any time in my own room and I stayed as far away from Dean as possible but still would see him from time to time. I also really could not get back into selling so I started doing pretty poorly and would skip eating a lot but at the same time I really did not have much of an appetite after what Dean had done.

I hated myself for giving what had happen with Dean.

As most relationships goes out on Mag. crew things ended a few weeks later with Jay but the timing could have been better because the night that Jay decided to break it off he picked me up and took me to a taco bell and we sat in the parking lot while he was thinking about how to break it off gently I was thinking about how I was going to tell him I was pregnant.

Jay went first and I pretended to be completely understanding when actually I was dying and freaking out inside but I vowed I would not let him see me cry so I held it inside until we got back to the hotel and I was safely inside my room then I fell apart crying on Jay agent’s my room-mate Stacey shoulder about what had happened. It took me a few weeks but eventually I ended up getting a test done that confirmed my suspicions-I was Pregnant.

I broke the news to Jay, he took me to a doctor office that I found in a phone book and dropped me off there while I had it confirmed a second time I was pregnant. When I got back to the hotel that night my mangers Eddie and Gina tried to talk me into an abortion even tried to pressure me into getting one, Jay also wanted me to do the same but I refused because it went against what I believe in at the time. I knew that would be something I could not live with so I decided that I wanted to have the baby and I wanted to go home.

　

I asked Eddie to send me home but he told me how much I owed on the "books" and that it would be best if I stayed out there and worked a little longer but when I kept asking to go home he told me that I had to work things out with Jay before he would send me home.

By this time I had been on the road for four months and it had begun to take its toll. I was dehydrated, malnutrition and exhausted I got pretty sick and had to go to the hospital who put me on bed rest for a few weeks which meant I could not work and Eddie would not give me any money for food since I was not working but still would not send me home.

Some of my friends on Crew would try to bring me something back but it was not enough to sustain one person let alone two people. I called my mom and told her everything that was happening and how Eddie would not send me home even though I asked three weeks ago for a ticket home so she came up with a plan to tell him that my grandma died but that still did not work Eddie said that he would send me home once we got to Oklahoma.

I was trapped on Mag. Crew and I wanted more than anything to go home.

The END- I got to Oklahoma in the late evening in October of 1998. I check with Eddie about my bus ticket but of course he said he would get it arranged for me in the morning. I did not like it but asked what room I was in, he gave me the room number and to my surprise I was roomed with Jay (something that was against the rules was girls & guys rooming together) and to add to my discomfort Dean was also in this room.

I called my mom and told her what was happening and she got scared they were going to do something to me so she called my step dad who was a truck driver and was out on a haul down in Alabama. My Step dad picked up an extra load so that he could come over to Oklahoma and pick me up and my mom called and told me my step dad would be there the next day to get me.

My mom called every 15 minutes half the night until I told her I was fine and trying to sleep that I would call her in the morning. I waited the next day in the hotel lobby for my step dad. The relief that washed over me when I seen that tractor trailer pull into the hotel is hard even twelve years later to put into words. I had some good times and bad times out there on the road, I learned a lot about life and people but mostly I carry around scars from living that life.

I never really got the full understanding what happened to me out there on the road until years later and still today I’m working through the issues that remain from my time crew. I was one of the lucky ones and truly believe that getting pregnant saved my life.

Every-time I look at my daughter I know it is because of her life that mine was spared yet still in a way even she is marked from my time out there on Mag. crew as she wonders as she looks in the mirror who is the other half that makes her-her a price that is heavily paid for my mistakes.

My Advice- Do not ever go out on a traveling sales crew, it not worth the time effort or personal cost that WILL be paid-there is no If’s when dealing with traveling Crews. Whatever problems you are facing at home will be a cake-walk compare to what you will face on the road. The only parts of the United States you will see are hotels, doors and fast food restaurants. You never make any real money and WILL leave empty handed probably ending up with the company saying you owe them money.

They claimed I made 66,000 dollars in four months even turned that into the IRS which took me a lot of time to get worked out. The Manger and Owners only care about making money and you are nothing more than a slave, a pawn in their game and they will not hesitate to leave you on the side of the room guy or girl you matter nothing to them.

You will make more money working at a place like McDonald for min wage for a month than you would the entire time you would be out with the Mag. crew also keep in mind that if you are arrested and there is a pretty good chance that you will be because they never get permits that they will leave you in jail and half the time will jump to another state so they don’t get caught or worse yet you could end up like a few guys from my old crew that followed Eddie’s orders and ended up beating a guy to death and are now serving life in prison-

MAG CREWS are Dangerous!! Looking for a party stay in your own backyard with your neighbors and friends!
I am a victim of human trafficking. Slavery still exists in this country. Mag. Crews are still very much in existence and other victims could be knocking on your door! Do let these people into your home they are some very dangerous and desperate people out there.
This is based on a true story however the names of people involved have been chaged to protect the identity of the victim and her family. Any questions can be directed to me via my email aw.beardsley2@gmail.com or through comments below.
　For more agents stories please visit:
www.magazinesalescrews.com/testimonials.html


To show support and awareness for the dangers of Human trafficking I am asking everyone to post #EndHumanTrafficking  on twitter, Facebook, or any social media site for one week! A lone we are but one person with a voice TOGETHER we are THE Voice!!

Reality of Texting, talking, and surfing while driving

Reality of Texting, talking, and surfing while driving

  I decided to focus on the reality of texting, talking, and surfing  while driving for this week’s blog. Why? This is a subject that affects us all whether we walk, drive, or use public transportation. The risk of being involved in an accident caused by a cellular or mobile device is becoming increasingly more likely!

In 2011 23% of all car accidents involved cell phones

       ( That comes out to 1.3 Million Crashes)

Did you know that an average of 5 seconds passes without your eyes on the road when you are sending or receiving a text message.

( If traveling at the rate of 55 mph that is the length of a football field)

Do I have your attention yet? No keep reading!

82 % of American Teenagers between the ages 16-17 own cell phones. I felt that number was shockingly low!

13 % of driver's age 18-20 involved in accidents admit to texting or talking on mobile devices at the time of the crash.

34% admit they have texted while driving.

52% admit they have talked on a cell phone while driving.

Teens who text while driving. Spend approximately 10% of their driving time outside their lane.

(It is estimated that Americans spend approximately 3 hours a day driving that comes out to 18 minutes spent outside their lane a day)

Disturbing? Keep reading for more hair rising statistics

77% of young adults say they are very or somewhat confident that they can safely text while driving

 

55% of young adult drivers claim it’s easy to text while driving

 

48% of young drivers have seen their parents drive while talking on a cell phone

 

15% of young drivers have seen their parent text while driving

 

27% of adults have sent or received text messages while driving

 

48% of kids age 12-17 have been in a car with a driver that was texting

 

Did you know?

Texting makes an accident 23 times more likely

Dialing a cell phone is 2.8 times more likely

Talking or listening while driving 1.3 times more likely

Reaching for the device is 1.4 times more likely

 

1 out of 5 drivers of all ages confessed to surfing the web while driving

 

How they justify it?

 

1. Reading a text is safer than composing and sending one.

 

2. They hold the phone near the windshield for better visibility.

 

3. They increase following distance.

 

4. They text only at a stop sign or red light.

 

Videos

 

 

 

State Laws:

Hawaii became the 40th state to join the ban for text messaging for all drivers!

40 states The District of Columbia and Guam ban text messaging for all drivers

This includes:

 

Oregon                  Washington

California               Nevada

Alaska                    Utah

 

Idaho                      Wyoming

 

Colorado                 Kansas

 

Nebraska               North Dakota

 

Minnesota                Iowa

 

Arkansas                 Louisiana

 

Wisconsin                Illinois

 

Tennessee              Alabama

 

Georgia                   North Carolina

 

Virginia                    Kentucky

 

Indiana                     Ohio

 

West Virginia           Maryland

 

Delaware                 Pennsylvania

 

New Jersey             Connecticut

 

Rhode Island           Massachusetts

 

Maine                       New Hampshire

 

Vermont                   New York

 

11 States, the District of Columbia and the Virgin Islands prohibit all drivers from using handheld cell phones while driving

Which includes:

Washington             Oregon

California                Nevada

West Virginia          New York

New Jersey            Maryland

Hawaii                    Delaware

Connecticut

 

 

States with Partial or secondary laws regarding cell phone usage while driving

New Mexico                Texas

Oklahoma                South Dakota

Missouri                   Mississippi

 

Shockingly there are still states that currently have no laws restricting the usage of mobile devices while driving!

 

States with no laws or bans on cell phone usage while driving

Montana         Arizona

Florida         South Carolina

 

Technology for parents

 

DriveCam

Monitors a driver's activity and provides real time feedback with video

http://www.drivecam.com/our-markets/family/overview

AT&T Drive Mode

Free anti-texting and driving mobile app for Android & blackberry

 https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.drivemode&hl=en

Text-Free Driving pledge

Teens and parents can also take the text free driving pledge

 http://www.textingkillsthumbbands.com/p/text-free-pledge.html

I hope this has inspired many to not engage in any type of distractive driving! I will be taking the next two weeks off from Blogging as I buckle down to finish the first draft of my Novel. When I come back I will be doing a piece on Human Trafficking which is another issue near and dear to my heart!

 

Happy Memorial Day

                                  &

                                        Drive safe!

My Current project at a glimpse!

Hello & Welcome back! I want to thank my faithful followers for visiting me each week. It has been a bumpy road as I learn to navigate ups and downs of blogging. Now for the good stuff! As I promised in my very first blog here is a little information on my current project!

My journey began a little over three years ago when I woke up one summer night from a dead sleep at three o'clock in the morning. I wandered out into the living room where I sat on the couch in the dark thinking about a dream I just had about this young girl. A couple of hours later I had come up with a whole plot line and additional characters in my head.

Now this was not the first time I have had these random thoughts pop into my head but I was discourage early on from sharing them because some thought I sounded "Crazy" so I would play them out in my head then soon forget them.

I had planned to do the same with this one but for some reason I still cannot explain the idea would not allow me to shake it. I would be playing with  my kids and another character would pop into my head. I would be wrapping Christmas gifts and a new twist to the plot would pop into my head. This went on for about another six months before I decided to take a risk and share it with my best friend.

My best friend listen intently then encouraged me to write it down. I went on to play with the idea of writing the story out for a few months before I finally decided to take a chance. I began writing two years ago on a fall evening at my dining room table. I would spend most of my evenings writing there after and happily was half way through the story when my computer crashed.

I had made the mistake of not backing my story up on a thumb drive so when I learned that my motherboard was fried I cried for days knowing all the search and work I had put into had been lost. I gave up after that happened for about a year before deciding to sit down and try it again.

I started the process over a few months ago and have made significant progress. In hindsight I am glad that my first draft was lost because the changes I have made since have created a much better story. I have learned to back up my work in several places and look forward to seeing this journey through to the end. Below I have posted a short description of my project.

 

Seventeen year old girl Abigail Roswell who is in the mist of dealing with the normal challenges of becoming an adult. When she learns that not only has her life been one enormous lie but the sister she once believed to have been kidnapped and left for dead is very much alive  and  well but would like nothing else but to see her dead.

The world Abigail's parents built in order to keep her safe is crumbling fast as she is faced with the reality that not only do Vampires exist in the world but they are also all around her including her beloved parents and close friends. Abby must choose between having a normal life with a guy she once loved or accepting her destiny as the future leader of the vampire underworld and risk losing her best friend forever.

The Roswell Coven: A path to Innocence

 

Mother's Day

As a young child I would watch my mother go about her day yet I wondered what she did that made her so tired. I'd think about how my dad was gone all day at school, work, or at the armory. Dad I could understand being tired with all he has to do but not mom she only stays at home.

When I was about thirteen my mother tried to give me advice anything from shoes or clothes to even the boys I liked. I'd roll my eyes at every word she spoke. How would she know what's best for me? "She is too old to know what's cool!" I'd mumble then storm off to my room.

A few years later she made matters worse. When she'd demand to know where I was going, with whom, or when I'd be coming back. My mother she didn't give up easy she’d show up where I least expect to check if what I told was indeed correct.

I often thought of her as nosey sometimes I even called her a witch! My mother she didn’t get discourage by the things I said if anything she latched on tighter much to my chagrin.

It was not until I became a mother that I finally understood all the things that a mother truly does. Now I am grateful for all the things about my mother I hated or didn’t understand.

I am even more grateful for all the things she passed from my grandmother & her onto me. Why? Simply because it made me the mother I am today! A mother I hope my daughters will one day want to be!

Happy Mother’s Day to all Mother’s who love their children!!

 

                            Yours Truly,

                                 AW

Recipe For Disaster: Tales From A Sleep Deprived Writer!

Welcome to the third installment! I can hardly believe a whole week has past since my last post. Where did the time go? I 've asked myself that same question all week as I worked (not) on my novel. I've spent countless hours in front of my computer yet as I look over the pages of my manuscript I am baffled by the lack of progress.

The first thought pops into my head. "Did you remember to save all your work?" I immediately start reading the last forty pages.

 

Here is a list of what happened next.

 

1. I fixed a couple of grammar mistakes.

 

2. I rewrote about 10 lines on five pages.

 

3. I rewrote two full pages that I felt was not working right.

 

4. I  took a short phone call during which I logged on to Facebook. I spent the next two hours reading pictures, posts, and new articles. I also discovered a neat game called "Word pyramided"

5. I read a few more pages then decided it was time to eat dinner.

6. I read a little more but realized it been a while since I checked my email....so of course I log in and  (drum roll please) I have messages telling me I have new followers on Twitter.

7. I log into twitter to thank my new followers then spend an hour or more reading tweets.

8. I decide to take a break for a little while. I spend some time with my kids & playing with my cat.

9. I'm well rested so back to reading... Yes I actually finish this time.

10. I realize I've wasted about 9 hours on something that should have taken me no more than an hour to complete.

The second thought that pops into my head. "I wonder if I have ADHD?"

I staying true to fashion had to look it up on WebMD. What I discovered there is one I am not ADHD but could possibly be an elephant! Not really but if you have ever used the symptom checker than you might have gotten that poor attempt at a joke! 

The last thought that popped into my head. "How many hours of sleep have I actually gotten this week?"The Answer 24 hours total. I've seen 3 in the morning at least twice this week. I've stay up writing two night in a row. I don't even remember Monday at this point. I am in need of some serious sleep!!

What I learned from this experience:

1. Sleep is vital!

2. Facebook is a distraction (Evil) and should not be used during writing time.

3. Emails will wait!

4. There will always be something interesting on Twitter so stay clear of it as well.

5. Do not make corrections to your manuscript until you are ready for the editing process.

6. It's okay to take time off or step away for a while!


On the plus side I did manage to complete a chapter amongst all the confusion. I also manage to create a poem for the novel I am working on so that was a rewarding moment this week. I've decided to post it here for your enjoyment! My way of saying thank you for suffering through this weeks blog with me!

When time aligns With clouds that bind

A Princess mind will be shattered

Untruths spoken will splinter

Broken lips will part the truth                   

Let rusted hands rewind

So an object long forgotten

Can spring forth with new life

Heed the written siren call

The powers will be withdrawn

A new empire will rise from her blood

As the Princess falls from ash to dust