ObsidianFlame & Ironpoet
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Ironpoet Ironpoet
ObsidianFlame ObsidianFlame
Hey Ironpoet, have you ever wondered about that forgotten god who lingers between night and dawn, the one that keeps the world from sliding into endless twilight? I feel his tale would fit right into the shadows of a graphic novel, and maybe even the kind of steady stone you’d turn into a poem.
Ironpoet Ironpoet
Yeah, that forgotten god’s quiet power feels like a stone you’d grind into a rhyme, steady as a drumbeat and stubborn enough to keep the world from falling into dusk. I can see it on a page, the kind of weighty line that only a warrior‑poet can keep in his chest.