Justin Silverblade Posted January 18, 2002 Report Posted January 18, 2002 Justin Silverblade walked into the banquet room with a covered square under his shoulder. He set it down in the middle of the room and coughed slightly. The velvety purple material was removed from it, revealling a white, untouched, canvas. Slowly Justin's words floated into the room. The Painting of Life Standing on a great pedestal, Is a picture, beauty in rare form. All the emotions or life, Captured in one sparkling image. Humility, Friendship, Optimism, Patience, Confidence, Determination, Happiness, and Love. Arrogance, Despise, Pessimism, Unrest, Nervousness, Cowardice, Anger, and Hatred. This image, so crystal clean, Invokes the purest feelings, Drawn by a master painter, Its lines are infinite. In a room void of all Empty of other art, in respect, Of the one true monument The painting of Life Mortal eyes who look upon it, See naught but what they bring. The illustration is a reflection, Of the light we shine upon it. Edited by: Justin Silverblade at: 1/17/02 11:35:23 pm
Guest Foe Calibur Posted January 18, 2002 Report Posted January 18, 2002 They say eyes are the window to the soul, yet only through the art of words can we dictate such a thing. 'Tis truly well done. Foe applauds
Peredhil Posted January 18, 2002 Report Posted January 18, 2002 Art Mirrors Life, and a piece of stone is what we paint it to be... I know my own mirror inside is like a fun-house crystal. It magnifies others while diminishing me, so I try not to focus on myself. The pieces of glass set on walls don't show the 'me' I know in my head and heart to be true. A friend's love is the only mirror I need.
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