For the first time since the beginning, they had need for something that out of vanity they never thought to secure; something of their own to wish upon.
Ever-admiring mortals could only see the stars’ dance as breathtaking, of course not able to comprehend that their dance was one of agonizing jealousy, not knowing that it was possible for something so beautiful to writhe in envy for something bound by the dust of Earth.
Heedless, the stars seethed and shone with anger for one who would dare challenge their vanity,
The hated one thought to rival even their combined celestial splendor.
The Child of God (An entirely different otherworldly beauty).
Ever-admiring mortals could only see the stars’ dance as breathtaking, of course not able to comprehend that their dance was one of agonizing jealousy, not knowing that it was possible for something so beautiful to writhe in envy for something bound by the dust of Earth.
Heedless, the stars seethed and shone with anger for one who would dare challenge their vanity,
The hated one thought to rival even their combined celestial splendor.
The Child of God (An entirely different otherworldly beauty).
