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Wry World Origins [Illustration]

Added 2020-05-14 15:58:50 +0000 UTC

An illustration to a short story that intervenes the main plot of the book I'm writing. It was the first attempt of creating a landscape picture. The poem below is also written by me to give a better understanding of what's happening in the picture.

Day after day I stray away
From place I used to be in
I’m runaway from my grey days
Escaping, like a human being

Awoken from the play of fire
The sparkling dust in the abyss
Don’t know the name or my desire
But there’s a sword I grip in fist

A moment of impatient glance
I take at sword, my hands, the armour
They’ve rotten down, I fall in trance
Consequences of my sins and karma

I feel the wrath deep in my veins
Entwined with lust that burns in breast
Became a vessel - nothing remains
Like by the demons I’m possessed

But if I’m cursed, why I feel blessed
So rife with endorphins
Maybe the beast inside my chest
Showed me the way to tender sins

The only thing that comes in sight
Distorted castle on the hills
It’s in the light, that shines so bright
I’ll reach one day, ‘cause it’s my will

The path of blood right there begins
Not gonna lose my embers
I’ll go through rings, take everything
For pain and glory, no surrender