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Wing2 (its a bat if your wondering) by BlueCynder
| Artist | BlueCynder [gallery] |
| Time spent | 38 minutes |
| Drawing sessions | 3 |
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Wing2 (its a bat if your wondering)
by BlueCynder » Mon Feb 08, 2010 2:19 am
Im trying out things with my fursona. anyhwo, criticism welcome. I might edit it later. drawn with a mouse, as always. please comment.
Last edited by BlueCynder on Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:18 am, edited 1 time in total.
Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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Re: Wing2 (its a bat if your wondering)
by BlueCynder » Mon Feb 08, 2010 9:17 am
Can SOMEONE please comment? please?
Evening walks among the orchard,
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
She greets the dancing dusk,
A spirit of the air;
A lady, if you must,
Her dress a robe of twilight,
Her eyes awash with sun.
She places gems of water,
Along the grass, among
The apples fallen, withered
By her master, Autumn Sire,
Coloured in the lilac glow
Of Winter’s sharp satire.
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BlueCynder - Posts: 1049
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