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PERSONAL: YOUR VOICE IS SOFT AS THUNDER
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
...
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. ♥
horse: [link] |background: [link] |horns: [link]| all other artwork and painting: *falitna (c) 2012
Full size please. c: (PLUS omg I'm so stupid I forgot to change the file name. )
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2063x2419px 1.28 MB
© 2013 - 2024 falitna
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This manip is truly amazing!