A tale of death.
Of grief and sorrow.
The sun is down and the day is bleak.
We're like sheep being led to the slaughter house
We shall not relent.
Hope will arise.
The flower will bloom.
The sun will rise and shine.
Then, this tale will be told again and we will be known...
As the people who kept hope alive.
(Art medium - Charcoal on Paper and Digital Art)