Why not share some of your writing with us? While you may not share our love of 3D art, the desire to be creative in other ways could still help establish a common bond. To show good faith, I shall reciprocate, by sharing a piece of my own poetry inspired by Poe ...

Regret

In a shadow'd room lit by a mocking flame

I look upon your face, say your secret name.

Though Time has told its evil lies

To hide your beauty from my eyes,

I am not deceived by that Eternal Liar

You are, to me yet fair; still my heart's desire.

(Can beauty live though its body dies?

Can a heart love, though it cries?)

No breath escapes your lips, so still your pale breast,

Your heart beats no more; no dream disturbs your rest.

I reach, take your cold hand in mine

(Lifeless fingers with mine entwine),

I long to hold you now, to stroke your ruined hair,

Kiss those ashen lips that taste of my despair.

(How long have you lain in this dark place?

How long since that last, fatal embrace?)

Crimson tears, that stain mute lips with living red

I weep, and wish it were I who lay there dead.

(In time you'll be no more than dust

Victim of my unholy lust)

You begged for life, I gave you death, would not give

That eternal life of sorrow that my kind live.