In shadows deep, the chemist toils, With trembling hands and midnight oils. A potion brews, a life to save, he seals his fate, a silent grave.
His love lies cold, on death’s dark brink, He stirs the brew, afraid to think. Each drop a whisper, each breath a sigh, He knows to save, he must now die.
The cauldron bubbles, fate entwined, A sacrifice, his heart resigned. For love so pure, he pays the cost, In saving her, his life is lost.
Ooh! I love that you did a poem for your creative writing, and you took it in a really cool direction! The potion's miracle comes at a great cost. Your story has me wondering what events unfolded to lead to this point. What ails his love, requiring such an extreme? What did they try previous to this? Is there another solution that would have yielded a different result? Thank you so much for sharing! Feel free to ponder some of my questions and share what you think the backstory might be here.
The only thing I know for sure - in the back jar there is a fang from a Phase Spider - because my DnD character happens to have one of those in her belongings. :)
I'm fascinated by which items you chose to focus on. There are number of details that you chose to pick out based on your own associations and experiences. Maybe that's why I like it when a few elements in the image are more ambiguous; just showing a bubbly liquid as opposed to labeling the jar "Poison" . Then it's easier for the viewer to add their own interpretation.
Yes! I love when there is something left to the imagination, and I'm able to turn the scene into something more relatable! It's part of what helps me immerse myself into the world that's depicted. Thank you so much for crafting such a fun environment! Hopefully others will find enjoyment in it as well. :)
Dark Alchemy
In shadows deep, the chemist toils, With trembling hands and midnight oils. A potion brews, a life to save, he seals his fate, a silent grave.
His love lies cold, on death’s dark brink, He stirs the brew, afraid to think. Each drop a whisper, each breath a sigh, He knows to save, he must now die.
The cauldron bubbles, fate entwined, A sacrifice, his heart resigned. For love so pure, he pays the cost, In saving her, his life is lost.
Ooh! I love that you did a poem for your creative writing, and you took it in a really cool direction! The potion's miracle comes at a great cost. Your story has me wondering what events unfolded to lead to this point. What ails his love, requiring such an extreme? What did they try previous to this? Is there another solution that would have yielded a different result? Thank you so much for sharing! Feel free to ponder some of my questions and share what you think the backstory might be here.
The only thing I know for sure - in the back jar there is a fang from a Phase Spider - because my DnD character happens to have one of those in her belongings. :)
I'm fascinated by which items you chose to focus on. There are number of details that you chose to pick out based on your own associations and experiences. Maybe that's why I like it when a few elements in the image are more ambiguous; just showing a bubbly liquid as opposed to labeling the jar "Poison" . Then it's easier for the viewer to add their own interpretation.
Yes! I love when there is something left to the imagination, and I'm able to turn the scene into something more relatable! It's part of what helps me immerse myself into the world that's depicted. Thank you so much for crafting such a fun environment! Hopefully others will find enjoyment in it as well. :)