Jan 192006
Down time-dimmed corridors
Beneath pastel greyed skies
Among fleeting, musty shadows
Below ruinous castles of stone
A reminder of our past, our future
Wandering the mists of our dreams
A path created from shadows, uncertainty and fear
Spiraling, twisting without logic
Behind us and before us
The Moldy Monk eternally haunts us.
Drawing done in 1988, poem, sometime later in 1989.
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And both of them are very nice too :)
Jayne, I’ve made some changes at WebArt and got the forums going, among other things. Stop by when you get the chance :) Hopefully we can get it going after Christmas again…LOL