The Rules:
Write a poem.
A haiku:
Cruxmen stalk them red and white
Creatives wield Blue
Ok, so perhaps a bit of explanation here.
First, I haven't tried my hand at poetry for nearly 20 years, so I thought a haiku would be a safe bet.
Second, I wanted to do something I would find useful later on so I planned the poem around an upcoming property of mine called The Blue, which is essentially a tabletop RPG love letter to Creatives in general. In the game, players are allowed to make a Creative character who is a dancer, musician, poet/writer, visual artist, or thespian. They can also mix and match to be a more generalized Creative. The characters are extremely talented individuals who have touched an energy source called "The Blue", which allows them to temporarily and to a limited degree alter reality. This is how they reach so many souls with their art form. They tweak reality and allow people to experience something beautiful. The problem with this is that the Cruxmen, the descendants of a secret sect of the Knights Templar and the self-appointed agents of the Orderly Realities Bureau, which has positioned itself as the sole authority that maintains, monitors, and regulates the use of The Blue, are not too keen on these wild, untrained Creatives just altering reality however they wish.
Here is the cover of the game book, which will be published later this year.
