While round your steps seducing syrens sing,
Ah! think, whence do these fatal pleasures spring!
Survey the wretch whose toil creates your joy,
No chearful hopes his gloomy mind employ;
If he reflects what hours in sadness flew,
The next as sadly opens to his view;
Each sun, that rises, rises but to shed
Fresh streams of sorrow on his hapless head..
-H. Falconar

An entry for 's contest - I actually just read Red Lantern today, and loved it. I've always been obsessed with brothel life, and the comic had so much to it that I enjoyed. Here's Amon, noble, broken little slave that he is, whose collar feels a bit heavier today. I identify heavily with his character, so that's who I chose to honor.

Thanks, Rukis, for the chance ^^ And for sharing your lovely comic and talents with the rest of us.

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