Blue Diamond

Celestial Empress, does not your heart scream of vanity, as you sit amid the splendor of your cosmos, wearing the increase of your spoiled worlds about you, like a chain of vain glory? Yea, no relief shall come from these. Does not thy will command an army of armies, they whose numbers outweigh the sand on the sea of a dozen worlds? Would they not, at but a single word, lay themselves upon the fires of oblivion, with no greater promise then to know they have served you well? Yea, no relief shall come from these things. A crown of burning stars could never compare to the warmth of a single soul's flame. She is forever gone, and all splendor is become vanity.

--B.T. Powell

A marvelously done piece. I enjoy the atmosphere, and the feeling it creates. Well drawn, and well done.