Frolic Of Mercenaries

- quadrivium -

1.

They watched white rose

rushing pell-mell

until it disappeared from sight.

2.

What was that.

Asked one of them.

3.

Nothing. It looked like...

Said another.

Strange.

No matter what,

rose cannot be painted.

4.

The frolic

was about to begin.

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