Dragon soaring high,
Newborn Phoenix calling life,
Vampire wake at the fall of night.
Angel, fallen with a broken wing,
Lies crying on a ground of stone.
Next to her, holding her still, a man elf or norse
One cannot tell.
The bear sits still and watches all
Away in the shadow of the door,
Hiding quietly a cat, tiny, black.
And whilst these scenes take their course,
The fools on either side
Slowly draw the stage curtains close.
This is the poem that i wrote before i drew the picture... I had drawn the image twice before and it never worked the way i wanted it to... i am now pretty happy with it though... the only thing that i am not very happy about is the fact that my pen smuddged... so i'm hoping that i can correct some areas in photoshop... in all the picture took about 10 hours of work... its saddly still dedicated to my now ex-boyfriend. He still has the original...
(resizing it took away a load of details...hope i can fix that in photoshop too...) Media: Pencil, colour pencils, Stabilo markers, on 90Lb Watercolour paper, touched up in Photoshop.