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i hope you like this new painting. today i have started a Patreon. my goal this year is to support myself as an independent artist. if you want to see more paintings and animation from me, and want to have a say in what i make, please support me! there’s backer rewards for free sketches and even animations, amongst many other cool things. thank you!
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The Rose and the Gauntlet
John Sterling
Low spake the knight to the peasant-girl:
“I tell thee sooth, I am belted earl;
Fly with me from this garden small,
And thou shalt sit in my castle’s hall;
“Thou shalt have pomp, and wealth, and pleasure,
Joys beyond thy fancy’s measure;
Here with my sword and horse I stand,
To bear thee away to my distant land.
“Take, thou fairest! this full-blown rose,
A token of love that as ripely blows.”
With his glove of steel he plucked the token,
But it fell from his gauntlet crushed and broken,
The maiden exclaimed, “Thou seest, sir knight,
Thy fingers of iron can only smite;
And, like the rose thou hast torn and scattered,
I in thy grasp should be wrecked and shattered.”
She trembled and blushed, and her glances fell;
But she turned from the knight, and said, “Farewell!”
“Not so,” he cried, “will I lose my prize;
I heed not thy words, but I read thine eyes.”
He lifted her up in his grasp of steel,
And he mounted and spurred with furious heel;
But her cry drew forth her hoary sire,
Who snatched his bow from above the fire.
Swift from the valley the warrior fled,
Swifter the bolt of the crossbow sped;
And the weight that pressed on the fleet-foot horse
Was the living man, and the woman’s corse.
That morning the rose was bright of hue;
That morning the maiden was fair to view;
But the evening sun its beauty shed
On the withered leaves, and the maiden dead.
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Falling through space Digging the needles out of the dirt Dragged through the hatch in the back of my mind Forgot the air supply Spinning stars Promise to engulf Threaten to disappear Shattered glass galaxy Drops of poison honey Kissing the visor Vision impossibly blurred Time to fall through another
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