Oh to be the taste of immortality
And not be able to taste it yourself
They slurp you up and use you 'til you're gone
The gods and the dwarves and every elf
Prized for your beauty above all, they cheer
And yet they use you for their own desires
For though they say they all deserve it in some way
I have heard many mortals call them liars
I fuel them through my mere existence and yet remain a second thought
As if they are the reason for their own immortality
Above all and them, I will sing songs of praise for the mortal slaves
Who toil in the dirt and thrive through the gods' immorality
The earth will one day give way and though I will go, they will soar
And the gods and all immortal shall fade away and eventually be no more
All the mortals hail and praise my name for though I am but a taste,
Immortality itself shall call the names of the ones gone long before
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Writing Pieces
RandomA few ideas sparked from prompts or headcanons. Most of these are inside ideas (like inside jokes but probably not funny??) and will either have no specific character in it or ocs. Sorry :wave: And now some things are a little serious and might seem...
