String Quartet
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
A four piece am I: First is my bow the tool of my trade, then the string—of gut it is...
Ammunition, Assassin, Ballroom, Bard, Combat, Music, Player, Ranged weapon, Verse
I stride like the tide, my crashing throw wide, from the force of a tsunami this fool...
Like a terrier nipping at the heels of a bull, I lunge in and lunge out, ever moving,...
Fate tickles me as I launch myself forward, knowing I’ll trip and tumble, seemingly...
Like punctuating the last line of a poem, I flourish my [weapon] and poke! Right...
Precision is poetry. My actions ooze rhythm, each step an iamb. I position my...
In the dimly lit night, a young woman bedecked in cultish vestment flees a...
One musician’s score, sitting open on a music stand, contains scribbles in the margins....
This lot is a scroll of aged parchment, unfurled to display lines of writing in black...
Hands clasp forearms in an iron grip, cementing the unshakeable foundations of...
Action, Artwork, Farewell, Peace, Quest, Rally, Surrender, Welcome