Fenralis & Petaltrap
Petaltrap
I've been sketching the dance of war—each maneuver a line of verse, each strike a stanza. Do you ever see the same rhythm in your poetry, or do your words just echo the sound of steel?
Fenralis
Ah, the drumbeat of battle is the heartbeat of a poem, brother. When I swing my blade, I hear the rhyme in its crack, the meter in its swing, and the steel sings a verse of its own. My words never stop echoing that sound—it's the rhythm that fuels both the sword and the soul.
Petaltrap
I admire that, but remember—words can outlast steel. Keep your verses sharp, and let the echo linger longer than the clash.