Mighty stand the ones
whose feet squash the throats
of the dreamers who stand beneath
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Let the dreamers gasp and struggle
cling to the hope of achievement
their weakness places below
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Mighty are the strong
whose dreams were handed
on a silver spoon into their mouth
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Let the rest of us wallow
let the rest of us weep
for we will never live to be the mighty
with our throats stomped by their feet
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i loved you, and maybe that's something neither of us needed.
This is a bit of an excuse for me to get motivation to write more often, but I’d also like more writing friends on here, honestly.
We could have stuff like a group chat to talk about stuff, or discuss our writings. Every week we could maybe have some checkup on our writing progression. A lil space for lil gremlin writers to write our silly little things, and give each other tips and tricks in doing so.
I just think it’d be neat. :]
Duty until death.
Contains: character description, hints of world lore, character base
Mars is a being best described as a celestial. His appearance is similar to that of which we would depict angels, but not in their true biblical form. Mars's form can best be described in the following ways:
Mars has existed for what mortals deem centuries, and has amassed enough valor that mortals have based a god after his countless battles and victories. Such information doesn't mean much to Mars other than knowing that he is fulfilling his purpose of being a warrior for his Creator. That is what he strives for most: to fulfill his purpose.
Because of such, he has become detached from his emotions. He's proficient in all forms of battle and weaponry, and kills without a single thought of doubt. He'd never once lost a battle, until recently.
In the realm of what humans may call Celestia, Heaven, or perhaps something just as simple as The Realm of the Gods, Mars has been marked as dead, fallen in battle. They sent what they assumed his corpse into the atmosphere of the mortal's world--of course in the Illud Istud Nasci realm--alongside the ones who had also befallen in the battle. Unlike them, though, Mars's body didn't burn up upon entering the atmosphere, and instead crashlanded in front of a mortal's yard. Unfortunately for said mortal, their garden was ruined.
The rest of his story is still a work in progress. Name of the story to be decided.
Created July 28, 2021. Do not use in any shape or form.
