We are no beast.
We are but the saints.
We are not to blame.
The only monsters that linger
Lie but outside the soul.
Whose claws are these?
Whose wild eyes gaze out across the lake,
Reflecting the madness of
a beast?
Surely
not I.
Original character. God of Fire.
graphite
colored pencil
colored pencil
We are no beast.
We are but the saints.
We are not to blame.
The only monsters that linger
Lie but outside the soul.
Whose claws are these?
Whose wild eyes gaze out across the lake,
Reflecting the madness of
a beast?
Surely
not I.
Original character. God of Fire.
graphite
colored pencil
colored pencil