~A fiery building,
a place someone calls home,
and inside in a cage,
a bird in a land of it's own,
there's not even a squwak,
the owner sheds just one tear,
because the wind has blown something near,
a single feather,scorched by the flame,
a silent reminder of the beast that was tame,
a quiet but persistant call in the night,
a reminder of things that weren't right,
but in all honesty,
all things must return to what they were,
and for them, it all went past in a blur,
and all we can do is hold our hopes tight,
and look at momentos late in the night.~
a place someone calls home,
and inside in a cage,
a bird in a land of it's own,
there's not even a squwak,
the owner sheds just one tear,
because the wind has blown something near,
a single feather,scorched by the flame,
a silent reminder of the beast that was tame,
a quiet but persistant call in the night,
a reminder of things that weren't right,
but in all honesty,
all things must return to what they were,
and for them, it all went past in a blur,
and all we can do is hold our hopes tight,
and look at momentos late in the night.~
This started off as an attempt at doing a feather to see how well I could, but turned into much more as you can see. The background is supposed to be fire and the feather is singed. It's a message about the resility of life and moving on once someone is gone. I'm using a mouse and before this I've not used any programs but paint. I have done some quick sketches before, but never put as much effort into one as this.
Please post and comment. You may use the poem or the picture if you wish, but remember to give me rights, since I did create both.
i like it 
haha
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