Um... I've never been very good at the whole abstract thing... But my teacher said we had to choose a poem and a song to draw/paint whatever to... so yeah.
I based this (if you can even say that) on the The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats (My favorite poem!!)

:add: I added on some color. I think it fits a little better with the poem, plus my teacher gave me a little more time since we didn't have enough to go over them all in class. Oh yeah, and here's the poem-

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.



Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?