Unfinished

So this sketch is unfinished and that it shall stay. There will be no feedback on this single piece of work and that will be okay. Long ago during one horrible night, thoughts of hate and anger took away all from all that was light. In desperation a wild thought was made. Do something, anything to save you from this masquerade. Lo and behold all focus went to this sketch, nothing but a pencil to try and this wretch. After so long, the sorrow broke down. The passing of strife, some bits of solace were able to be found. Much work, yet to be finished ahead. Thank these ponies, I do, for pulling me out of the dread.