INKTOBER 2018: Precious, Day 9
I have been writing up a new Dungeons & Dragons characters, as nerds do, and I have been reading tons on the Dwarves and their culture, religion and society. As such, when Inktober's Day 9 arrived, the Precious prompt brought up the holy symbol of Dumathoin, Keeper of Secrets Under The Mountain, Dwarven Deity of Mining and Wealth. In other news, the poem, They'll be precious when they grow up, is a stab at the men and women that prowl on children and teens that they think will get more attractive with age. Below is the transcription:
talking about them as diamonds
in the rough, makes less of a miner.
it paints you, yes you, as a skulker.
a monster, hiding in the shadows,
those that quickly vibrate with each
strike of your pickaxe, brutally
piercing through their stone.
you are deaf to their cries filling
the dimly-lit air. ignore them
some more, until they're quiet.
heart like coal.
you are no fortune seeker.
you are a cavernous creeper.
They'll be precious when they grow up'