Stories are told of places like this

Stories are told of places like this

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: How will you find rest In the forests of thought Where outcasts lay strewn like stones on a road, Whose usefulness is to sharpen your claws? It is not your fault they chose your road. Do you find fulfillment in slinking through shadows Invisibly clad in every nightmare From the past and the future in each child’s mind As they hide from what lies neath the bed each night. And mothers hide them beneath the tales Of a hero to come and save them from ill, Teaching in time all hopes and dreams To thwart their knowledge of your evil will. And thus, as a shadow is crept, You emerge in her mind Now she turns as no sleep can she find But her head fills with thoughts of the innocent child Tossed upon the sea of ever-changing truth, Left to the merciful hands of the reckless and wild. Does it please you To hear the screams? To know that innocence is sacrificed every moment In time spent when you step out from behind The corner of the curtain or the back of the mind? You swore in your bitterness ever to be The beast and the culprit
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape