DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Did it get easier? Deimos had forged onward with his head held high in the bouts of Abandoned hisses for multitudes of years now, and he’d never given a damn. “Yes.” He nodded, certain and true; considering how much effort they’d put into salvaging, saving, and orchestrating better means and edges for the world. It had simply taken longer. Zariah’s actions certainly didn’t help. “But never be ashamed for what you are,” he uttered with a nod, a sentiment of confidence in the manifestation of his own existence. Even if deities disapproved. Even if others were misguided. Even if it made matters more difficult; they became steel and potent, mighty and powerful.
At the other inquiry, the beast only grinned. “No.” A tease and a taunt, as they pressed over ridges and outlines, heading towards Citadel formations. In no time at all, they’d arrive home, and begin the other proportions anew; hopefully with better insight, sagacity, and knowledge combined.
{FIN}
At the other inquiry, the beast only grinned. “No.” A tease and a taunt, as they pressed over ridges and outlines, heading towards Citadel formations. In no time at all, they’d arrive home, and begin the other proportions anew; hopefully with better insight, sagacity, and knowledge combined.
{FIN}
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
