DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
All together, they cleaned and tied – rocks askew no longer so, piles taken apart, snow cleared out of the way. A satisfying end to a rather tumultuous beginning, but it came together nicely, and by the time they’d finished, the momentous wake would once more be ready and available for anyone who needed to use it. Infected or otherwise.
Later they’d have to figure out announcements, provisions, and practicalities amidst the arrangements, but for now, Deimos could announce they were done. “There. Even grander than before.” A generous smile was granted and extended to each, and then they could commit to exactly what they’d earned.
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This PQ is finished! Thank you for helping!
[FIN]
Later they’d have to figure out announcements, provisions, and practicalities amidst the arrangements, but for now, Deimos could announce they were done. “There. Even grander than before.” A generous smile was granted and extended to each, and then they could commit to exactly what they’d earned.
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This PQ is finished! Thank you for helping!
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
