Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they turn your hope apart As they turn your dreams to shame
And still I dream he'd come to me That we would live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be So different from the hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed ...
A bit of a warmup for upcoming commissions that I need to finish. I was going to add ghostly lions prancing about this lovely nighttime scene, but..in the end this piece is still unfortunately unoriginal. If you cannot tell, the white powdery speckles are snow. ♥
I feel like sobbing I've been waiting for your art to pop up in my notifs again. This is actually insanely gorgeous. I think the lions would have definitely added a nice original touch but nonetheless, it really is beautiful!
Honestly, I love every single piece that you upload. All of them are charged with so much emotion, and everything about them is gorgeous. This is so amazing, and while at first glance it may look simple, there's so much time and detail put into it that makes it stunning.