Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

And I seem to be contributing to the steampunk controversy

Small zeppelins were parked outside the ball
moored to the gaslights. Out of shadows crept
the monocled adventuress, who stepped
up to the door and had announced to all

by flunkeys that she meant to punish those
who stole her father's patents, would await
them at the duelling ground. Her quiet hate
made her cheeks bright. Her long and genteel nose

expressed her scorn at this appalling age
when men had lost their honour. She had brought
pistols, and swords, and lasers, and she fought
the six old men, in turn. She'd lived in rage

so long their deaths were just the bloody start
of all the wars she harboured in her heart.
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