I’m drowning in zines right now, but here’s a sneak preview of my piece for the @emerging-artists-zine featuring my two favorites. 

I walk through my darkness and see no end in sight

Blinded by my own hubris, I dared to dream for more

For the stars are gems of the universe, gifts of old gods

I am complacent and obedient Ive known no other way

And with my bow made of dreams I shoot my past into the sky

Memories of old I hide through the stories of warriors and wives

I painted the sky in constellations arranged the stars to my like

I caught falling comets many and adorned my cloak with them

I watched the combustion of stars, And realized my insignificance

I was merely a speck of dust in a haze of celestial waste

It disappointed me so and I wept much starlight away

A starsage of old gods, forgotten keeper of galaxies

I earned my freedom from fate and no longer cared for anything

Immortality was my gift but I always knew it was my right

For I knew what I was and I will hide in the shadows no more

I serve no one and wander to the ends of the endless void

I search for the truth to cure the ache I feel in me

I found Loneliness was the price to pay for my wanderlust

And the stars have taught me there is no other way

To be unneeded and wander through the rest of my life

Tiny mirrors floated as I drew up from grey dust

In the graveyard of dead stars and fallen souls, I heard it

My legs dragged with the weight of a thousand lives

All my guilt grounded me and I could not move

With all the reflections spiraling around I dared to reach out

I failed to see past it all, for it reminded me of what I was

And the dust clouded my vision saying why I was there

and the weight of starlust rested on my heels grounded me

My loud thoughts consumed me as I sulked into my sorrow

But still I heard it again call for me.

It yearned for an answer, it begged to be heard

it would not be silenced for it cried louder than my demons

I burst out of my prison, burned out my star and rose

With all my mistakes and tragedies staring at me in an infinite cycle

and with the weight of my past keeping me from moving,

her call gave me strength to lift the heavy burden of my soul

I danced through the sky and sprinkled stardust with every shake

From then I knew my greatest enemy was not my past, but myself

character aesthetic moodboards: MERIDEL

“If restoring your pride and dignity is the retribution you seek, I will gladly let you have the first blow at the angel,” 

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