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The Fortnight Reader Issue 1 | 1

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Month Day, 309 AC | Issue 1 | 1

The Ithanian Woman
Kristoph Altez
The land of temptation, the land of love
Where the women sing the songs of the mourning doves.
But don't be fooled by the sirens song,
She is condemned to the void and will bring you along.

Scantily clad in her gold and silk,
A bath in blood, a bath in milk.
She spins her web of secrets, round and round
She finds what is lost, she hides what is found.

Do not trust the woman who lies,
Who's beauty is fair, who catches your eye.
Her hair may be thick but her blood is thin,
The Ithanian woman who brought us to sin.


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Dreadful Age
Jabari Hassan
You ask how old I am.
I am 10 and 52; 24 and 70 years.
I am newborn and sleepy from much age;
I am happy from young love and sad from dying urges.
I have learned to read and lost the power to comprehend;
I am young enough to learn ... old enough to forget.
This is my age.


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Fever
Claude Auclair
When the cries rang out
From the newborns mouth
The bells began to ring.
And the ocean's spray tinted the wind,
And the wind caressed the trees,
And the trees provided shade
To the crying newborn babe.


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Predator and Prey
Kristoph Altez
The eyes of the eagle prey on the rabbit below.
An unsuspecting thing of innocence,
Her fur as white as the new fallen snow.

The desire of the predator to the prey
Is driven by instinct and inherent sense.
Naturally, he'll circle the meadow where she lay.

But when the bird makes his dive,
Who would suspect it'd be at his expense?
Surely, he would not catch the white rabbit's eye.

If you chase two rabbits, you will catch none.
But when the rabbit has no defense,
You will catch one.

Does a rabbit bite back?
Something unheard of.
Never has the prey attacked.


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Cracked
Itrus
Bird and cats unite.
Pride glows in their unity;
This I have seen.

Ailor and Nelfin unite.
Voices are silenced in their unity;
This I have seen.

"For your own good."
This I had heard.

The birds sing along the dozing cats,
As we are sit with beaten and crooked bodies with unbreaking voices.


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I Could Start a War if I Wanted To
Jabari Hassan
All it could take is an outspoken voice.
Longing for a -
Long awaited revival.
Or, a distant eye
Ready to strike
No matter the wait.


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A Rabbit in Jorrhildr
Itrus
The rabbit jumped from limb to limb;
Yet this is a squirrel's job.
The rabbit grew wings and flew through the sky;
Yet this is a bird's job.
The rabbit did everything else but it's own job.
The bird and squirrel watched on in silent worry.


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The Collector
Claude Auclair
Words will cut sharper than a knife.
Your secrets are your noose,
Your life becomes mine.

Wealth may speak louder than the sword,
But the pearls on your neck are made of glass.
If you want something, pay with words.

I know your faults, your past and present,
Yet you remain in debt to me.
But it was your choice to let your words be spent.

I am the collector of secrets.
I place them on my shelf to keep the upper hand,
For when you're high and mighty, I'll bring you to your weakest.


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Writers for Issue 1 | 1 : Claude Auclair | Kristoph Altez | Miss Snigglewiggums | Jabari Hassan | Tywysog Truman | Itrus
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OOC NOTE: Thank you @LilBeast_24 for writing the following poems!
The Ithanian Woman, Fever, Predator and Prey, and the Collector​
 
Alaric Keen took ahold of the issue, reclining back in his chair with a cup of apple blossom. With an inhale and exhale of his breath in front of a nearby luminous hearth, he unfolded the parchment and began to read.

"Take a gander. Kristoph Altez, mostly. I rarely entertain these sort, though there's some talent hidden within."

Though unrecognizable due to the dim nature of the room, he handed off the paper to a figure at his side.