In the cosmic dance, they blaze bright, icy voyagers with fiery tails, whispering secrets of the past as they streak across the night sky, a celestial spectacle fleeting but unforgettable.

ROAAAAAR! The blazing warrior charges forth, fierce and bright, but soon stumbles, weary, as the flames fade to ashes in the aftermath of victory's heat.

When asked what he does for a living, the vegetable farmer said that he...

A drop in the ocean, outward rings; Skip a pebble 'cross a puddle, the water swings. How did these circles now appear? Break the tension to my surface, and I'll shake like I'm nervous.

I write with ink when plucked from sky, or rise as spikes when danger’s nigh. In gentle hand or bristled hide, a pen for words, or a shield of spines.