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	So was she. They understood one another. Let the blues and the yellows snort and fidget and preen. She and her red smoldered in place like conjoined embers. Fire need not run wild all the time. Deep under a mountain it raged in silence, and that was enough. Another city would burn this turn. That was enough.		So was she. They understood one another. Let the blues and the yellows snort and fidget and preen. She and her red smoldered in place like conjoined embers. Fire need not run wild all the time. Deep under a mountain it raged in silence, and that was enough. Another city would burn this turn. That was enough.

-	They had marched for many days since Unaroyal fell, since [[Queen Bea\|her former Queen]] had chosen not to be, rather than be [[Decrypted\|like Sylvia]]. Somewhere on those long roads, the [[wikipedia:Lady Lazarus\|Lady Lazarus]] had composed a poem of herself in her head, never to be recited:	+	They had marched for many days since [[Unaroyal]] fell, since [[Queen Bea\|her former Queen]] had chosen not to be, rather than be [[Decrypted\|like Sylvia]]. Somewhere on those long roads, the [[wikipedia:Lady Lazarus\|Lady Lazarus]] had composed a poem of herself in her head, never to be recited:

	'''''I have done it again.'''''<br />		'''''I have done it again.'''''<br />

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	[[Lady Sylvia Lazarus]] sat in her saddle, awaiting the order to take to the sky.		[[Lady Sylvia Lazarus]] sat in her saddle, awaiting the order to take to the sky.

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	''[In tribute to [[wikipedia:Sylvia Plath\|Sylvia Plath]], for whom dying was a call. --Rob]''		''[In tribute to [[wikipedia:Sylvia Plath\|Sylvia Plath]], for whom dying was a call. --Rob]''

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	''[In tribute to [[wikipedia:Sylvia Plath\|Sylvia Plath]], for whom dying was a call. --Rob]''		''[In tribute to [[wikipedia:Sylvia Plath\|Sylvia Plath]], for whom dying was a call. --Rob]''
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[[Lady Sylvia Lazarus]] sat in her saddle, awaiting the order to take to the sky.

Between her legs, the red [[dwagon]] stood patient, motionless. Placid as a mountain. It was a beast of air and smoke and fire, a destroyer, an ender of lives.

So was she. They understood one another. Let the blues and the yellows snort and fidget and preen. She and her red smoldered in place like conjoined embers. Fire need not run wild all the time. Deep under a mountain it raged in silence, and that was enough. Another city would burn this turn. That was enough.

They had marched for many days since Unaroyal fell, since [[Queen Bea|her former Queen]] had chosen not to be, rather than be [[Decrypted|like Sylvia]]. Somewhere on those long roads, the [[wikipedia:Lady Lazarus|Lady Lazarus]] had composed a poem of herself in her head, never to be recited:

'''''I have done it again.''''' 
'''''One turn in ten or a hundred and ten''''' 
'''''I manage it—''''' 
 
'''''A sort of walking miracle, my skin''''' 
'''''Bright as a pink flower on bone,''''' 
'''''My right foot''''' 
 
'''''A battle trophy,''''' 
'''''My face a featureless, fine''''' 
'''''Doll's head.''''' 
 
'''''Peel off the crest''''' 
'''''O my enemy''''' 
'''''Do I terrify?—''''' 
 
'''''The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?''''' 
'''''The sour brimstone''''' 
'''''Will vanish in a turn.''''' 
 
'''''Soon, soon the flesh''''' 
'''''The ’crypt ripped will be''''' 
'''''At home on me''''' 
 
'''''And I, a smiling woman.''''' 
'''''I am only Level Six''''' 
'''''And like my Mistress I have many times to croak.''''' 
 
'''''This is Number Three''''' 
'''''What a trash''''' 
'''''To annihilate each side.''''' 
 
'''''What a million filaments.''''' 
'''''The Carnymancy crowd''''' 
'''''Shoves in to see''''' 
 
'''''Them unveil me hand and foot—''''' 
'''''The big strip tease.''''' 
'''''Gentlemen, ladies,''''' 
 
'''''These are my hands,''''' 
'''''My knees.''''' 
'''''I may be skin and bone,''''' 
 
'''''Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.''''' 
'''''The first time it happened I was One.''''' 
'''''It was an accident.''''' 
 
'''''The second time I meant''''' 
'''''To last it out and not come back at all,''''' 
'''''I rocked shut''''' 
 
'''''As a scarlet seashell.''''' 
'''''They had to call and call''''' 
'''''And misname me to breathing again.''''' 
 
'''''Croaking''''' 
'''''Is an art, like everything else.''''' 
'''''I do it exceptionally well.''''' 
 
'''''I do it so it feels like hell.''''' 
'''''I do it so it feels real.''''' 
'''''I guess you could say I've a call.''''' 
 
'''''It's easy enough to do so in a spell.''''' 
'''''It's easy enough to do it and stay put.''''' 
'''''It's the theatrical''''' 
 
'''''Comeback in broad day''''' 
'''''To the same place, the same face, the same brute''''' 
'''''Amused shout:''''' 
 
'''''"A miracle!"''''' 
'''''That knocks me out.''''' 
'''''There is a charge''''' 
 
'''''For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge''''' 
'''''For the hearing of my heart—''''' 
'''''It really goes.''''' 
 
'''''And there is a charge, a very large charge''''' 
'''''For a word or a touch''''' 
'''''Or a soft plush''''' 
 
'''''Or my face on a shirt.''''' 
'''''So, so, my Warlord''''' 
'''''So, my Enemy.''''' 
 
'''''I am your opus,''''' 
'''''I am your valuable,''''' 
'''''The pure heroine doll''''' 
 
'''''That melts to a shriek''''' 
'''''I turn and burn.''''' 
'''''Do not think I underestimate your great concern.''''' 
 
'''''Ash, Ash–''''' 
'''''You poke and stir.''''' 
'''''Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—''''' 
 
'''''A limp gray banner,''''' 
'''''A blank shield,''''' 
'''''A fallen crown.''''' 
 
'''''My Titans, my Fate,''''' 
'''''Beware''''' 
'''''Beware.''''' 
 
'''''Out of ash''''' 
'''''I rise with my red hair''''' 
'''''And I eat men like air.''''' 

''[In tribute to [[wikipedia:Sylvia Plath|Sylvia Plath]], for whom dying was a call. --Rob]''