View source for Transcendent elementalism OR ode to the arcane holoburger

By: Irixel
Posted on: August 29, 2004


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one minute

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one minute until the flames emerge<br>
like the Greater Dragons<br>
shooting from the sky,<br>
all directions,<br>
guilded by Han-Tolneth and the greatest<br>
dragon of them all; the majestic white.<br>

like a wyvern's<br>
white flame, he leads them,<br>
snaking,<br>
twisting,<br>
whirling<br>
through the sky in formations,<br>
raining down their wrath...<br>

each bite of the burger,<br>
spiced with pleasure and pain,<br>
each bite a testament to the might of<br>
the Holocaust Globe.<br>

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thirty seconds

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thirty seconds and<br>
a feeling of dark, pulsing<br>
intensity:<br>
the precursor to fire.<br>

fire from the infernal plant, a union of<br>
the Green Lady, Demeter, and the<br>
sparks of Agatheis;<br>

jalapeno,<br>

muting the earthy wheat<br>
and the crisp water-washed<br>
lettuce in the futile coolness,<br>
failing to soothe me into calm,<br>
failing to quell the warming air<br>
inside my mouth, its temperature elevating,<br>
rising to the red-hot-steaming-burning heats of<br>
a Phaestean forge.<br>

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explosion

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a wave<br>
a tremor<br>
a howling rush<br>
each bite into the small seeds<br>
releasing firelashes, scorching,<br>
flaying my flesh, of<br>
the effort of some<br>
overcruel Maldaathi knight to<br>
forge a longsword solely from the heat<br>
of my mouth...<br>

a tongue's forest of tastebuds,<br>
the bitter ginseng,<br>
sweet myrrh,<br>
wild ginger,<br>
coneflower, elm, lobelia,<br>
exterminated,<br>
a holocaust,<br>
blackened and burned,<br>
in pure fire...<br>

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subside

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face flushed red<br>
loitering of a patio of hand-carved tiles<br>
bartender eyeing me curiously,<br>
amusedly.<br>

i hear, and he hears,<br>
in this city of the Bards,<br>
a distant Anthem, shifting its protection,<br>
to a protection from fire,<br>

soothing my mind,<br>
a symphonic's light plucking<br>
of a mandolin.<br>

the flames subsided.<br>
sputtered.<br>
died.<br>

and with<br>
the end,<br>
a druid's,<br>
a sylvan's<br>
gift:<br>

rejuvenation.<br>

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ode

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i smiled,<br>
and handed the smirking bartender<br>
another 140 gold sovereigns.<br>

(not like the most<br>
potent ginseng could cure<br>
this addiction to the<br>
arcane holoburger.)<br>

the bartender turns to prepare it,<br>
and shakes his head.<br>
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