(I don't really like the first one, I could have made the beginning better)
Hunt.

A deathmatch of lungs.
A game of tag.
One hiding, one seeking.
Talked different tongues.
One chasing, one fleeing,
Both running for their lives,
Both foreseeing;
Their untimely deaths,
So sad, so despairing.
What mind was so worn?
What moon was so glaring?

Both have children at home,
Starved near dead.
Both have a lover at home,
And calves left unfed.
Whose lungs will wear out?
Whose souls will grow dim?
On a clear, winter's night;
Their thoughts were never so grim.

Life.

Why are we here, just to die?
Why are we here, to tell a lie?
Of all the sorrow and solace, feeling scared and stressed,
And surely after this life, all who believed will be blessed.
It adds up over time - all the sadness and blue
But the only thing I feel is how much I love you...
...
...
...
Looking for something that cannot be found,
Searching for something that isn't around.
Where is the love, the liking, the lust?
Where are the people that gave it to us?
Where are these people, where do they stay?
Where are these people who gave us away?
Only strife did we share, only hate we supplied?
The promises we broke.. to love til we died?
Twas all a lie; perhaps nothing was true,
But I still miss the days of just me and you.

Also, here's a dragon I made.

Kinda proud tbh. I've been studying dragon anatomy for a while.
I also tried ink lines for once, and they weren't as bad looking in my art style that I assumed.

I've been drawing a lot, just in school and also in a WeevilWing guide that I might publish.
Maybe.

Okay that's it, have a good night ^^