A CALM NIGHT AT SEA [RAID]

[Purple Prose]

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I do.

I don't.

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You do.

You don't.

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We do.

We don't.

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They convene and cavort, those fools on parade,
to share their bloodred lumpen hearts.
Fables and fairy tales, revelries for the recondite;
them: Zanni, Vecchi, Innamorati and Il Capitano,
all gathered in costumes tailored lifelong
for those watchers to watch.

They will.

They won't.

Who, what, where, when, how... but most importantly of all, why?
When better to learn of such a thing, to shout it to those beyond the heavens?
Word spreads amongst the Author's Guild to each one come prepared with a story—
a tale which best foretells their lone aspirations and desires with painful honesty—
for during the opening stanzas of this eve's warfare, they will share it in sabbath.