October 3rd's Roasted, and even if I wanted to draw a happy campfire scene with marshmallows, my thoughts took me towards actual fire. I imagined a mage whose obssession with fire had taken a toll on them, scorching their skin. Still they wielded fire powerfully. This is accompanied by a poem about volatile speech, which in turn compliments the picture beautifully, in my opinion. Below is the transcription:
fire is devastating, like
a running mouth and
its destructive words.
a gaping cave whose
sturdy briar thickets
have been scorched by
his rampant flames.
speak without thinking twice,
and let your ignorance spark
a forest fire.
ignite it all and watch us
burn.
'Ignite'