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