[myth;]

To win this flit, write me a short poem about fire and their connection to it.

Edits: Medium hair, shadow areas (swirls)

Ends in to weeks; 15th December.

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[JessKnight]

Username
JessKnight

Name
Pyr

Gender/Pronouns
Trans Boy (He/Him)

Poem
A simple fix
A simple cure
To things unholy
To things unpure

To drench in fuel
And stack with timber
And burn them up
Till they are cinder

To burn all up
Our only fate
Or waste away
In a shallow grave

To light ablaze
Is one's true way
So strike a match
It's your final day

About The Poem/Background
The idea behind the poem is that Pyr grew up within a cult where, if someone were to sin, they'd be burned (mostly a little, unless they did something REALLY bad like going against what the leaders said).
Pyr grew up with this, so finding out he was trans was a terrifying realization, since it was considered a major sin to the cult.
Instead of "Burning All Up" and "Turning To Cinder", he ended up running off into the forest.
He grew up alone and with those awful lessons in his brain, so he ended up growing up pretty hecked up.
Now he lives in the woods and secludes himself from most everyone to "Hide His Sin" and such.

[SpotSong]

Username: SpotSong
Flit name: wip
Pronouns: they/them
Poem:
Lofty trees and roaring creeks,
Deer and birds and mountain peaks,
Darting chipmunks, chirping loud,
Clear blue sky without a cloud.
On and up the mountain green
I strode with steady pace, serene and gazed amazed, at a virgin land,
Untouched, I thought, by human hand.

Yet my thoughts were wrong,
The humans seemed to sing their song,
One of death and destruction.

It's been two years since I saw the place,
And now it mourns in black disgrace.
There are no more trees and no more creeks,
And birds don't sing in the mountain peaks.
Theres a clear blue sky without a cloud
But the ground is in a jet black shroud.
A forest fire, by a careless hand,
Destroyed this natural forest land.

[Lush]

Username: HowlToTheWind
Flit name: Muldééra
Pronouns: Feminine
Poem:
In the fire
I run and tire
For it burns
As I twist and turn

The glowing tongue laps against my skin
As if it were my kin
Scarred and charred
Turned to ash

We no longer clash
We are one
The flame and I
Have already won

[Chocolatestripe]

Username: Chocolatestripe
Flit name: Emberess
Pronouns: she/her
Poem:
Wip <3

[myth;]

Congrats! This was a really deep and compelling poem, dark and very tragic..

Username: SpotSong
Flit name: wip
Pronouns: they/them
Poem:
Lofty trees and roaring creeks,
Deer and birds and mountain peaks,
Darting chipmunks, chirping loud,
Clear blue sky without a cloud.
On and up the mountain green
I strode with steady pace, serene and gazed amazed, at a virgin land,
Untouched, I thought, by human hand.

Yet my thoughts were wrong,
The humans seemed to sing their song,
One of death and destruction.

It's been two years since I saw the place,
And now it mourns in black disgrace.
There are no more trees and no more creeks,
And birds don't sing in the mountain peaks.
Theres a clear blue sky without a cloud
But the ground is in a jet black shroud.
A forest fire, by a careless hand,
Destroyed this natural forest land.

[SpotSong]

Awe thank you! They will be named shortly... I was struggling to pick one just right~~