You’ve finally arrived, warrior. Did you find my undead legions’ welcome to your liking? They were like you once, you know… eyes blazing with foolish righteousness and deluded purpose… Well, until I plucked their mortal souls out.
Did your masters teach you the anatomy of a soul, hero? Its heart is of succulent faith that simply falls apart on the tongue, it’s so fragile! And the fleshy core is tender love, you see. Such a delicacy. Still… it’s the pale, shimmering skin that I most prize, tiny human.
Those finely woven membranes are exquisite, threaded with life stories and memories. They must be removed with the greatest of care…
Ah, now you can appreciate what you’ve been squinting at! Yes, this is precisely what accounts for the glow of my robes… You see, I dress in their stories, patterned and purple as night!
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.-from Kimberly Blaeser’s poem ‘When We Sing Of Might’