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Amnesty/Kindness Challenge: The Old Guard: Acrostic: emptiness to melody
Title: emptiness to melody (one way to write a song)
Fandom: The Old Guard
Length: 149
Rating: General Audiences
Content notes: Canon typical mention of death. Slight spoilers for the end of the movie.
Authors note: I may have slightly misinterpreted the meaning of amnesty, Also fills Drinking Alone, Witness, and Lost and Found challenges.
Summary: Three perspectives on one kind of amnesty, and one on another.
Booker
Another death, blunt and dry
Memories alone to guide his eye
Never to see
Ere the decades pass
Shall she be gone
Tomb of basalt, grave of stone
Years pass through bottled glass like snow
Nicky
And yet, they let him live
More years, cast adrift
No longer dreaming
Each life to meet through
Sweet embrace of death
Turn away, advance alone
Yet this too will end - they are endless
Nile
Away from the pub by the shore
More ancient than she has ever thought to be
Nowhere, in time, will be - she has the time for
Everywhere she has ever wished to go, now
So she takes another drink
Toasts the setting sun spreading across the waves
Years from now, they will meet
Quynh
Ashore at last, lungs
More suited to salt
Now take in air
Every gasp seems her last
Sand - course, fine
Trembles in her grasp
Young again, a new birth
Fandom: The Old Guard
Length: 149
Rating: General Audiences
Content notes: Canon typical mention of death. Slight spoilers for the end of the movie.
Authors note: I may have slightly misinterpreted the meaning of amnesty, Also fills Drinking Alone, Witness, and Lost and Found challenges.
Summary: Three perspectives on one kind of amnesty, and one on another.
Booker
Another death, blunt and dry
Memories alone to guide his eye
Never to see
Ere the decades pass
Shall she be gone
Tomb of basalt, grave of stone
Years pass through bottled glass like snow
Nicky
And yet, they let him live
More years, cast adrift
No longer dreaming
Each life to meet through
Sweet embrace of death
Turn away, advance alone
Yet this too will end - they are endless
Nile
Away from the pub by the shore
More ancient than she has ever thought to be
Nowhere, in time, will be - she has the time for
Everywhere she has ever wished to go, now
So she takes another drink
Toasts the setting sun spreading across the waves
Years from now, they will meet
Quynh
Ashore at last, lungs
More suited to salt
Now take in air
Every gasp seems her last
Sand - course, fine
Trembles in her grasp
Young again, a new birth