Yes, I am an artist,
But I'm not what you think,
I could shroud the world in darkness,
Before you had blinked,
My paint is the shadows,
And my canvas is the world,
Yet I'm not really a goddess,
For I am just a girl,
Painting the deepest darkness,
Creating many fears,
But, inside I'm full of sorrow,
And the rain is my tears,
For I am left, all alone,
With nothing but my brush,
Left here for all eternity,
So there's no need to rush,
I create the nightmares,
That you see in your head,
While you're nestled safely,
Tucked up warm in bed,
I create the shadows,
And I dispel the light,
For darkness is my own realm,
Stay hidden in the night,
I create your phobias,
Your deep-seated fears,
And I create the wild storms,
I create your tears,
I create the lightning,
I create the dark,
I create the monsters,
That lurk deep inside the park,
Hair as black as midnight,
And eyes as bright as stars,
If you look up, up at the sky,
I'm really not that far,
I'm immortal, but not a god,
They cast me out, you see,
So, I am the last shadow painter,
And that's all I'll ever be.
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