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Chapter 15: Claudia and the Roman - Part 7

“Do you have any way to control him?” I asked.

Vita thought for a moment, running his tongue slowly around the inside of his jaw. “Temporarily, especially if he is trying to make new ones. I simply deny him what he needs.”

“Will that control him, though?” I thought of the scratch I had seen on Decentius’ arm that he had tried to pass off as ‘nothing’. “Can you prevent him from simply taking it from you?”

Vita snorted. “I am far stronger than even Fabricius. He cannot take it from me.”

Chapter 15: Claudia and the Roman - Part 6

I nodded. This seemed a reasonable action. Rome was trying to take Sicily from Greece, and then could use all the soldiers they could find. Sneaking soldiers in would be less likely to provoke Greece, and might allow them to get an advantage in numbers without the Greeks being aware. Of course, either way my homeland was due to become a battlefield. “Were there any specifics mentioned? Names of people, or ships?” I asked.

Diamantina shook her head carefully. “No, but it sounded as though they would begin soon. ‘Before the moon turned’ I heard Fabricius say.”

Chapter 15: Claudia and the Roman - Part 4

I arose the next evening to see Calictus waiting at the foot of my bed. He was biting his beautiful full lip, and peering anxiously towards me. “Is something the matter?” I asked. I sat up, the sheets puddling in my lap, and looked at Calictus anxious face.

“Diamantina is gone, Donna. She went out with a client last evening while you were away and has not returned.” He returned to biting his lip, his eyes drawn and pitiful.

Chapter 15: Claudia and the Roman - Part 3

“Greetings, fair mortals, on this most illustrious of evenings,” Dionysus began. “You have gathered here to see a spectacle rarely beheld by mortal eyes.” He strode about the stage, jerking his head to look out toward the audience every few steps. “Few of you are worthy of such great a gift on your own, it seems, so before we begin, there must be a blessing.”

Poem 30 - Looking Forward

A month of poetry is done
A break, then, for now
For comics, and games, and edits
Then, onward, to write some more

Although it won't be poetry
My word count will increase
A Camp to get some damn thing done
My goal for this year:

An ending

Poem 29 - Reichenbach Fall

There are times when it's better not to have an arch-nemesis
There are times when being a dull boring ordinary sort
Is exactly what you want to do, because being odd
Being the one-of-a-kind supermind that everyone knows
Means you never get a day off, unless, of course, you're dead

There are times when the only way to defeat your foe
Is to play along with his little game, no matter what
And be grateful you can see five steps ahead to plan
And humble enough to see a friend that no one else sees
Because, really, being dead is all in the execution

Poem 28 - Another Year

low power
when the lights go down
like souls at sunset
backlight and blinding
their true form obscured in the red-gold haze

the year ends
check listed to-do's left undone
like dust bunnies in the corners
made up of sloughed off dreams

reflections come
like unshed tears
they sparkle at the corners of my eyes

alone, in the dark
where no one will ever know
or see

Poem 27 - Disappointment

not expecting much
a few friends to spend some time
some games, some laughter
then some overindulgence
a new memory made
puts the icing on the cake
faded before it happens

Poem 26 - 9:15

Each morn on my return
I encounter him

A small brown spiral
atop a snail
sits in my path

Having escaped the grassy jungle
climbed the white cliffs
of concrete
and come down
to the wet black expanse

There, atop the puddled asphalt
journey barely begun
he waits

I lift him
out of the wheel's way
tossed onto the lawn

the journey begun again
as long as the rain lasts


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I decided to take it as a compliment, it would help keep me from beating Antonius where he stood.

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