We are all stardust
Zen shook his head. He'd been heavily debating if he wanted to write a poem or not. Vox probably already knew about the Demi-god's existence so avoiding it likely didn't have any tactical advantage. Avoiding it however might invoke trouble with the Family before Zen was ready to deal with it.
Letting out a silent sigh, Zen took the offered sheet and read Iskra's poem. He shrugged afterwards, his stars morphing beside him. (Seems fine.) There was imagery, and it was relevant. Surely that was good enough for a scribbled poem. Zen mimicked Iskra and retrieved his own charcoal. He winced slightly when the flame drew too close but was able to avoid being burned. It would have been easier to just use his stars, but Zen refused to put that amount of effort in for the Family. The mere idea of using the magic gifted to him from his mother in order to appease Vox made him nauseous.
Considering it for a moment, Zen wrote out his own poem below Iskra's and handed it to the man to read. The Demi-god wasn't proud of it, but for his first poem, he'd take it.
Burning brightly in the night
Their silent echoes ringing with spite
Always evading purple blight
The end nears for this fight
Stars are not meant to fall
Go home
Letting out a silent sigh, Zen took the offered sheet and read Iskra's poem. He shrugged afterwards, his stars morphing beside him. (Seems fine.) There was imagery, and it was relevant. Surely that was good enough for a scribbled poem. Zen mimicked Iskra and retrieved his own charcoal. He winced slightly when the flame drew too close but was able to avoid being burned. It would have been easier to just use his stars, but Zen refused to put that amount of effort in for the Family. The mere idea of using the magic gifted to him from his mother in order to appease Vox made him nauseous.
Considering it for a moment, Zen wrote out his own poem below Iskra's and handed it to the man to read. The Demi-god wasn't proud of it, but for his first poem, he'd take it.
Burning brightly in the night
Their silent echoes ringing with spite
Always evading purple blight
The end nears for this fight
Stars are not meant to fall
Go home
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
