Charted Constellations

[ry0un0suke]

1741, Winter
 
It's cold even as I feel the flames of war. Bright and bursting with sheer hatred. The blood scorched my very skin, screams setting my entire being ablaze. Caught within raining embers and ash of what remained- Freezing. With nothing there, no light that shimmers from this once together city- Or were we? Factions tore to shreds, crumbling. Every aspect. Few souls remained valiant through it all. Those who remain carry this one bright light, now faint. 
  
What remains tint my fingers blue.
  
 Branch Lioh
  
Mro, a Star of Passion, Unmoving
  
I am always intimated by the crimson glow of this Star. Such a light of love. Every action taken with that in mind. A burning, fiery passion from this one. Ground is held. Rarely bending and breaking to another- Perhaps maybe one. But it mends from what I've seen. I hope that this passion remains pure and does not turn into a hatred.
 
Tear, a Star of Shadows, Laughter
   
Twisted? No, no. A light cast along this dark crimson Star to reveal the truth there. Poetry within the shadows it drew. How a Star would produce a shadow I am not sure. This one does, and they're dark. Like a swirling abyss along the sky. Mangled? Deranged? I'm unsure. But voices linger within the Star, I assume. Mingling with one another, laughing. It's terrifying. I miss the poems from its light.

 Boz, a Star of Respect
 
I don't understand- Why many can hate this Star and those alike. A light like that of mahogany. Strict, maybe. With itself. A light that demands... something. Respect, perhaps. As though it never had that. Looked upon with distaste- Is it because its red hue shone differently? I find this light rather gorgeous. The flares, dangerous, yet its not a dangerous Star. Respectable- Though sometimes it shines when it shouldn't, and doesn't when it should.
 
Ori, a Star of Fire, Fury
 
For years have I stared... My gaze always changing. I admire the frequent flares, how it looks like it burns- Stars emit light, light which stems from such powerful rays and I simply want to stick my hand there to see how much my skin would sizzle. I don't think it would hurt in all honesty. Such fires produce to ward others off, like I am one exempt from these blasts of rage and fury. My hand does not catch fire, I don't reel back in agony. There are no screams for mercy- I am elated if anything. Overjoyed to bask within such ferocious rays. I love it, actually. Continue to. 
 
Set flames to the earth, my love.
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...sideribus atris...
 
Consuming things. Selfish. Not evil, yet these... masses within the sky, seek to destroy... Eat and grow... I cannot see you, yet I feel you. Move away from my constellations. Go away, go away- Do not destroy what has built me- But you may destroy me. Leave them be.