# \[YC119 New Eden Capsuleer's Writing Contest\] ils savent

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**Category:** Player Fiction\
**Created:** [August 1, 2017, 5:59am UTC](https://forums.eveonline.com/t/yc119-new-eden-capsuleers-writing-contest-ils-savent/12708 "2017-08-01T05:59:43Z")\
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**Author:** ![Charles\_Cambridge\_Schmidt](https://sea1.discourse-cdn.com/eveonline/user_avatar/forums.eveonline.com/charles_cambridge_schmidt/32/372217_2.png) [@Charles\_Cambridge\_Schmidt](https://forums.eveonline.com/u/Charles_Cambridge_Schmidt)\
**Post date:** [August 1, 2017, 5:59am UTC](https://forums.eveonline.com/t/yc119-new-eden-capsuleers-writing-contest-ils-savent/12708/1 "2017-08-01T05:59:43Z")

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Entry for the poetry bit of YC119 NECWC. Technically still on time. One hour left to go, yay.

Posting here OOC for ease of access.

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There is a dance that you must know before you hit the masquerade,  
Because those men and women both will stare you down with gaze of blade;  
They twist and twirl and dip and duck and watch you — watching your charade:  
Your practiced steps, some chosen words, that razor’s edge to run or prey.

Lift your chin and mind your feet. If you’ve self doubts, find them allayed:  
For dancers here are obfuscated, tucked beneath their masks of clay  
And stone and steel and knowing looks they toss to you, as if to say:  
“We’ll shut the doors and sound the band. Your song is on. Go dance; _allez_.”

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