Emeth (Goddess of Poetry, Empathy, and Reform)

Goddess of poetry. Curves equivalent to stanza's of Beauty, each step a stepping stone of social progress with ferocious thumps of steps on stone. Boulders colliding with older until it rubs off and they grow mossy. Lush grass covering the rough mass. Such a tough lass, she is. Every experiment performed she's peered in and performed. But reform doesn't transform from power, or transpire from powder. This is a multi-deity. Entity personifying poetry, but also empathy. A story is not a story without a conflict, and each soft flick of humanity thumps her penciling hand until she's written so elegantly and swiftly that the pen will stand. Ideas of the world are forgotten if not built by hand, so this majesty was built to fan time itself. As she puts time on her shelf and the pencil in her fingertips, she realizes that octaves of empty never helped. They just cracked the singer's lips.