
Adorned with bygone winter's snows
And leaves of fallen gold
Cloaked in long-gone amber glow
Of suns set long ago
No crown wears He, this nameless lord,
Who flies on unseen wings
He perches on our bloodstained swords,
True throne of old-time kings!
Alone walks He, this faceless lord,
Along His fateful path
He brings the autumn's dismal rot
And the heartless winter's wrath!
He is the ghost of heathen kings,
Who ruled with tooth and claw
Hell bury in nameless graves all those
Who bow to book and law!
And leaves of fallen gold
Cloaked in long-gone amber glow
Of suns set long ago
No crown wears He, this nameless lord,
Who flies on unseen wings
He perches on our bloodstained swords,
True throne of old-time kings!
Alone walks He, this faceless lord,
Along His fateful path
He brings the autumn's dismal rot
And the heartless winter's wrath!
He is the ghost of heathen kings,
Who ruled with tooth and claw
Hell bury in nameless graves all those
Who bow to book and law!
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Species Stoat
Size 1633 x 2256px
File Size 3.52 MB
This is a nice contrast to his earlier depiction. Hot to cold in terms of mood and theme. And the poetry is a nice touch too. You certainly have a knack for portraying stoats (especially the kitchen seductress). Not often does art trigger my mind to recall music, but that's the case here.
https://youtu.be/muRr8WqrU48
https://youtu.be/muRr8WqrU48
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