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wrought_iron_rose

Wine of Thieves

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Tue, 5 Jun 2007 at 06:03pm

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“One more for the wagon.” The men on the cobble cry, their shadows trail after as they walk and the dead lie. Last patrons of the lost, swigging onion wine, the drink for the common, wine of thieves. The lingering fire in their throat denotes that they live to grieve. They cry their words in vain o’er the rooftops and rain, the ones the plague did not claim. The pungent smell masks decay though their eyes burn bitterly into opal day. Sings the sparrow a serenade to the breathless, and the blind, to the men on the cobble and their onion wine.
Six others like this.
2007-06-05
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 6 plus votes, and 0 astars.
inthecafeteria
2007-06-05

This one is great. Even not taking into account what it's necessarily talking about, just the feel is perfect. Rhythmic, foreboding, somewhat dirge-like. I can imagine a dark, eerie marching tune to this. I dunno.

plus one

golden_orchids
2007-06-05
*Slightly less coherent than ITC ramblings* basicly I liked it :P +1
burning_sands
2007-10-24
kinda seemed a samhain piece....