Artist

The little girl sat quietly
In the dim light of her room
With her pencil to her sketch pad
She was drawing to her doom

At first the girl drew pretty things
Flowers dancing on the page
But when hope began to fade away
Darkness took the stage

The flowers started wilting
The sun not quite so bright
The colors, now masked with gray,
Hid creatures that could bite

Innocence forgotten
The girl thought the drawing done
With no more nightmares left to draw
The world held no more fun

She renounced drawing altogether
And put away her tools
She waited to be consumed by shadow
Like all the other fools

But then she felt a pang of hope
As someone put a pencil in her palm
And made her draw the flowers
Their dancing made her calm

The girl and the stranger drew together
And the stranger became so much more
As partners, they created beauty
That touched their very cores