The moon is bright
The silence is deep
Will you carry me
Away to sleep?
It will give me peace
It will make me smile
Hearing your voice
Makes life worthwhile
Back to SchoolThe bell rings and
Off we march to
That next class where
Our minds are molded in
Ways irreversible and
I sometimes think we're like
Innocent lambs led to the slaughter
We all start out innocent but
Most don't end that way
If you want to win the game of life and survive,
Be prepared to become somebody else's villain.
LoveOver and over
Line after line
Rhyme after rhyme
The same damn sentence
Don't fall in love with a poet
They see all the beauty
They hold on too tightly
They'll carve you into their souls
They won't move on
No matter how long
You'll tell them to go
They'll find reasons to stay
I say to you - love
Fall in love with a poet
Fall in love with a bard
or an author
or an actor
or a cop
or a dancer
Fall in love with "the one"
The heart wants what it wants
And we are only human
This is why it's okay to fall in love
No matter if they're a poet
or they don't love themselves
They are human
And doesn't everyone have their flaws?
None of us are diamonds, carved up by metal jaws.
We were mined from the earth, we're still dusty and raw.
And that's why we're beautiful - because of our flaws.
Would Your Value Vanish? “If I were to disappear right this very moment,” the girl said tearfully, “no one on this dreadful planet would miss me after a few years.”
“I would, and dreadfully so. Oftentimes, it’s only after one loses something that they realize its true value,” he mused. “But you and I both know that I am nothing like that. I see the value in everything, and I know that your value is too great to be wasted. If I were to lose you, I would be the most wretched creature alive.”
The girl laughed derisively at that. “Ah, but you can’t be the ‘most wretched creature alive’, not while I’m around.”
A faint smile. “Some might say that you are being a bit too dramatic, dear.”
She fell silent, then, for she didn't have the heart to argue with him further.
One Way or AnotherOn the oceans, on the seas
Where only fairy tale feet can lead
There is a path of golden light
Where you can walk away from the night
On the beaches, on the shores
When neither rain, nor sunshine pours
A maiden waits at the end of the road
At night when waves crash to and fro
What War Should BeI really wish that war
wasn't a test of might.
I really wish that war
wasn't just a fight.
I'd rather that war
be a test of skill.
I'd rather the battle
be of wit and of will.
Killing someone in a war
doesn't prove they're wrong.
it doesn't prove you're right.
All it really does
is get rid of the other side.
Death's LoveHe obtained a frightening manifestation
And held the power of creation
Without creating a new individual but becoming something with a strong relation
That kept a sturdy foundation,
As his cells connected, broke apart, and were destroyed during his formation.
Before me he stood, light lurking within his eyes, speaking of temptation.
Then, the déjà vu was overpowering, a suffocating and heartbreaking sensation.
Death played with an individual that people see as a cremation
And how I see as a pure, devilish damnation,
Where I can only vision the house it lived in, being eaten in a conflagration.
The appearance, however, delivered me into salvation,
That, alone, was enough to wash away any frustration.
The longer I stared, the more I studied, there was an alteration
In the depths of my concentration,
Where I began to piece together an understanding of admiration
That Death had somewhere in preservation.
His corpse-like figure had the power of reincarnation
And how he changed for
Death's Truth“I have never kept the truth from you,” Death said to me.
“I have never locked it away deep inside of me.
The truth I tell is for your own good, and I just want you to see
What will always be expected in the years you will live freely —
I took the happiness that kept you sane, which was luminously,
As it dwelled in the darkness that engulfed you so profoundly.
In all your youth years, you’ve claimed you were lonely,
And then I came along and took another from you not angrily
But caringly. Without me, you wouldn’t have been awakened and aimlessly,
Allowing Life to fool you into their game and carelessly
Lying to you about what shall come and what shall not continuously.
I am harsh and I know it very well, but I am not the villain many say clearly.
I assist players, who need the devastating pain to help them move onward bravely,
But then I’m considered the bad guy as the player does my job for me and does it abruptly.
The truth is, you don’
Who I AmDo you know who I am, what I have become,
Twisted and torn , life coming undone.
Angry and sad, raging for peace,
Going out of my mind, in need of release.
Churning and cold, melting away,
Falling apart, almost every day.
Quiet out loud, screaming inside,
Needing to run, with nowhere to hide.
Feeling distraught, blaming myself,
Things in my mind, affecting my health.
Suffering pain, hurting once more,
Then hurting myself, leaving blood on the floor.
Revenge in my head, my heart, my soul,
Wanting you dead, before you grow old.
This is who I am, what I have become,
What you did to me, life now undone.
hushI am of the Earth; daughter of the trees
I am of the Sky; transparent as the wind
And I too sing
but it's quiet like a whisper
like the soft murmur
of a thought that crossed
your mind one late Sunday night
just before slumber claimed your mind
I am not from here; yet I don't belong over there
Past the river and the mountains; a stranger even there
And I too sing
but within bounds
like being trapped inside a cage
of golden rods and staves
your very own thoughts dissolve
in a distant meadow that's never been adored
I am of the Earth, and I am not from here or over there
I am of the sky, I feel the limit should be there
And I too sing
In hopes of being heard
Like the caged bird I will dream of skies
Of distant oceans with no flags
You're even dreaming of it now
Just like you've always done before
Hello, my name is Dark. I'm a juvenile artist, along with my twin brother, Skoll . We both share a love for nature and a hatred for what humanity has become, rather than humanity as a whole, Skoll choses to love the day more while I find comfort in the darkest nights.|
My favorite colours are red and black, Skoll enjoys white and blue. We've found an effective way to incorporate that into out artwork.
On the topic of artwork, I will sketch out the drawings and Skoll will paint them, or colour them. It's the most effective way of working for us.
We hope the best for you when browsing our art.
-Dark, and Skoll