Oh look! A drabble!
So it's Friday and I had [*COUGH*AM CURRENTLY HAVING*COUGH*] a meeting and I got bored so I decided to do a prompt from 31_days since iluxia 's not on Gmail and I didn't want to read.
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Title: Poetry in War
Day / Theme: March 27 / A Poet Speaks with Blood
Series: Original
Character / Pairing: ...erm...warrior dude?
Rating: PG
"The dance is a poem, of which movement is a word."
- Mata Hari
The dance is a poem, of which movement is a word.
War is an art, in which dance is an expression. Sharp, stunning strokes form words upon the canvases of flesh, like pen to bleeding paper. He pauses; the ink blooms and blotches into a flower of bright red.
His canvas falls with ink dripping from his coated pen.
A poet speaks with blood of his own; he speaks with the blood of others.
He twists around.
Two steps forward and a step back, he heeds the beat of his heart with bold, beautiful movements to match his next partner.
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Yay! 100 words on the dot. XD
.____. My thumbs hurt.
*is not used to texting*
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Title: Poetry in War
Day / Theme: March 27 / A Poet Speaks with Blood
Series: Original
Character / Pairing: ...erm...warrior dude?
Rating: PG
"The dance is a poem, of which movement is a word."
- Mata Hari
The dance is a poem, of which movement is a word.
War is an art, in which dance is an expression. Sharp, stunning strokes form words upon the canvases of flesh, like pen to bleeding paper. He pauses; the ink blooms and blotches into a flower of bright red.
His canvas falls with ink dripping from his coated pen.
A poet speaks with blood of his own; he speaks with the blood of others.
He twists around.
Two steps forward and a step back, he heeds the beat of his heart with bold, beautiful movements to match his next partner.
...
Yay! 100 words on the dot. XD
.____. My thumbs hurt.
*is not used to texting*