well ive done more to my wish for wings vocalist drawing, and i must say my brother was right, i could do a better job:) its looking alot better and im continuing in drawing new pictures atm.
Here is a poem/whatever it is about what i thought about the unknown a while back..
The Unknown-by Samuel Fardon
Its fear and dread,
what we expected,
everything went wrong
from the beginning,to the end.
each soul had a new path,
each night a new moon,
but how can we determine, what fate we recieve.
You cant, but honestly some do,
its the difference between us and the unknown.
They were the more,and the less,
better because they decide, rulers over kings, queens and time,
lords of light, dark and the fray.
Countless hours, fixed to seconds,
canvas with no art, filled to seeing wonders.
Vagabonds they stand, with every town or city at their next,
open minds,corrupted times,
with one hand empty.
taking their hand on the other side,was your choice, but some see it as the only,
your way with words, is my failure to speak.
Actions chosen by humans, was all that it would take,
upset one and you upset the two, carry on and you lose that hope to move.
