Through cracked and fading, Crumbling walls of mortal life, Cutting past the monotonous tick of Endless time, this life which Forces our participation, a game From which we cannot simply stand and leave, An apparition of color and light, Pulling forth that emotion more powerful Than all others. Not Passion, not Contentment, Not even garish Love. Her wings draw down, Like the most comforting of night skies And our souls feel it: Hope.
It's beautiful! The colors and all those little details look amazing. And to think that I only discovered you through that ages old Mary Sue parody picture... You might not even remember that one.
Thanks! And hahahaha oh, I remember it. I get new comments every week from people arguing about this or that Most of them I delete without reading, because I don't have the time to deal with the drama.