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=== Part I: The Entrance === | === Part I: The Entrance === | ||
| − | A dark and stormy night, | + | A dark and stormy night,<br> |
| − | lit only by the dim glow | + | lit only by the dim glow<br> |
| − | of coin, passing | + | of coin, passing <br> |
| − | from one dirty hand | + | from one dirty hand<br> |
| − | to a dirtier hand. | + | to a dirtier hand.<br> |
| − | Nothing more exciting | + | Nothing more exciting<br> |
| − | than a good story, but | + | than a good story, but<br> |
| − | even dust bunnies | + | even dust bunnies <br> |
| − | could perk my pointy ears up | + | could perk my pointy ears up <br> |
tonight. | tonight. | ||
| − | That is to say, | + | That is to say, <br> |
| − | I am bored | + | I am bored<br> |
out of my fucking mind. | out of my fucking mind. | ||
| − | Leather, rusted copper, | + | Leather, rusted copper,<br> |
| − | and musk. Without drama, | + | and musk. Without drama,<br> |
| − | yet, the mood transformed | + | yet, the mood transformed<br> |
with his first step. | with his first step. | ||
| − | Broad shouldered and | + | Broad shouldered and <br> |
| − | more confident than a torero facing down | + | more confident than a torero facing down<br> |
| − | his bull. Eyes locked | + | his bull. Eyes locked<br> |
| − | and walking my way, waving | + | and walking my way, waving<br> |
| − | a red flag | + | a red flag<br> |
into the path of unknown danger. | into the path of unknown danger. | ||
| − | That is to say, | + | That is to say,<br> |
he did not look boring. | he did not look boring. | ||
Revision as of 15:21, 13 March 2020
Origin Story
Part I: The Entrance
A dark and stormy night,
lit only by the dim glow
of coin, passing
from one dirty hand
to a dirtier hand.
Nothing more exciting
than a good story, but
even dust bunnies
could perk my pointy ears up
tonight.
That is to say,
I am bored
out of my fucking mind.
Leather, rusted copper,
and musk. Without drama,
yet, the mood transformed
with his first step.
Broad shouldered and
more confident than a torero facing down
his bull. Eyes locked
and walking my way, waving
a red flag
into the path of unknown danger.
That is to say,
he did not look boring.
