So this is the comic representation of my original poem - A Thing of Darkness. I've always imagined it sort of like this, but never had the time (or really the skills) to pull it off. But with the Thanksgiving break I decided to just get it done! - and this is the result.
A Thing of DarknessA Dark Thing
A dark thing, lived in a dark place.
It knew its name, but not its face.
It saw nothing.
It felt nothing.
It smelt nothing.
I have no form; I can't be seen.
I have no eyes; I see nothing.
I have no nose; I cannot smell.
So what I am, I cannot tell.
This dark thing, was all alone.
It had no friends to call its own.
It never had, to say a word
And in the dark, no sound was heard
A Confused Thing
Then one day, this thing, it fell
And it let out, such a yell
That it scared, itself, to bits
And its voice, echoed, for weeks
I am noisy; that was too loud
I am crazy; to make such a sound
I am many; my voice replies
Just what am I, just what am I?
Eventually, a light was come
Upon all things, this light was shone
Before new eyes, the light revealed
Just what it was, the dark concealed
A Revealed Thing
Now this dark thing,
Was not so dark.
It was in fact,
The brightest spark
It made no noise
But for that shrill
Very philosophical... Light is useless without the ability to appreciate it.
Exactly, and it goes even deeper in regards to people. One cannot be the sole judge of themselves. In the absence of feedback, even a bright light may have the darkest impression of itself...
So thanks for yours.