The JesterThe Jester
The curtain draws, the stage is set,
For the travelling dancer, jester, he's yet,
Prances forth, with confidence full,
And begins his act, all else annulled.
Colours twisting in the air,
You cast a glance, but he's not there.
His limits of skill, the jester meets,
In spirals, back flips, turns and leaps.
He holds the crowd with a paralysing spell,
The children, too, their interest tells,
All are stunned at his daring tricks,
Not seen before, an exotic mix.
His hat adorned with many bells,
Of happy times the sweet sound tells,
A break from hunger, and tiring work,
To see this actor, from task they shirk.
'He has a gift!' is said by one
The cry taken up, none to shun,
The talented performer on his stage,
Gold coins thrown, they are his wage.
The dancer slows, and takes his bow,
A tale to be told, of the jester, long from now.
Love and War - Part OneLove and War Part One
Settling herself in the enormous cockpit chair, Flight Captain Mayar Toren looked out of the aircrafts cockpit at the chaos that raged ahead of her, the blackness of space lit by explosions and cannon shots. Battle Destroyer Callidar was entering the battle. The hangar was alive with marines running, fighters being launched and the ships enormous main guns pounding the enemy. An enemy fleet had sprung out of the depths of space, disrupting the Serran Coalitions blockading fleet, taking the momentum out of a massive ground attack in progress and hinging the future of the siege of Sorrova on this single battle.
Engines running at full, flight path ready. called to her co-pilot, flicking switches and taking a last look at her mission readout. She switched channels. Longbow flight ready, sir. Catapult on your mark.
Copy that. Launch sequencing beginning in 5. the deck officers voice crackled in her ea