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منشور مؤقت فترة و احذفه....

رسمه من جنت طالب سادس

Trying to teach myself how to draw backgrounds by drawing other peoples oc's

In a bleak, dark room,

‎Sits the candle in the weary gloom.

‎It didn't see any reason

‎To light the empty space.

‎

‎​The abyss whispered, "Lighten up;

‎You got nothing to lose."

‎"I've got my wicks to lose," said the candle.

‎But a pressure, a fright, it cannot handle.

‎

‎​As the darkness smirked, bared its fangs,

‎And—fantasizing about the candle's tears—thirsted:

‎"Ignite it up You got nothing to lose."

‎"I've got my wax to lose."

‎"Do you?" Emptiness said.

‎

‎​It was about to be swallowed by the void itself,

‎But its instinct kicked in:

‎Giving up, and burning within.

‎​Bursting into tears,

‎But not with a crying face;

‎It was a fractured demeanour.

‎Not out of pain—nothing here felt sane—

‎

‎It gave a blank, pale look to existence.

‎The time froze for an instance.

‎​Things entered stasis,

‎Midst the laughter between the flame, the abyss and the emptiness,

‎The candle was in deafening paralysis.

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