They say the dark is my best side
So there I’ve lived with naught to hide
Seen blood that stained and stains that bled
Looked into eyes and into heads
Yet I can say I’ve never seen
What I most hoped to in my dreams
An end to evil, a cease to it
On it goes, each time relit
Upon the last one left to fall
I’ve seen enough, I’ve seen it all
Except the one thing I would like
A Dawn of Peace, a Bloodless Night.
alternate last line: A Dawn of Peace, just one Just Night
And here I thought I was maybe a real artist and all I got was bloody novelist…
What Kind Of Artist Are You?
You got: Novelist
Under all of your ephemeral beauty, you are first and foremost a deep thinker. No other art form is so varied and complex that it takes many hours just to get a first look. You make your depth available to those willing to put in the time, but they certainly have to earn it.