
Concealed deep within the darkest night
is a tiny spark, awaiting light
to corrupt all hopes in anticipation
whist bringing forth annihilation.
To swim in oblivion, fill a black hole
pour onto paper the depth of his soul,
seeing all the visions and dreams
that tear reality apart at the seams.
He keeps his muse inexplicably chained
all so we can be entertained,
Master of Dark, with the devil he's one
ideas burn bright in the midnight sun.
As friends go he does excel
keeping all bound with words from hell,
bursting through this self made blitz
is the one and only...our man fritz!
Ok I know my muse is still awol, but couldn't miss this! The BG and tag are yours also, made by me
something to freshen up your page
Enjoy!













Still very much the novice with art, but hopefully getting there 

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