hoo wrote: Blake's ending doesn't quite rhyme - Yours does. And it's a true epigram, befitting it's 21st century subject (even though, by Blakes time, the tiger was visibly holding the wrong end of the fire-stick). Very nice.
I was born in the year of the Tiger; so the plight of these giant felines is a topic very close to my heart.
This is one of the many pictures I drew; am starting a collection of tiger drawings for a fund-raising to save the tigers. Hoping to get 2 other ladies over here to help with it.
I had an epiphany one day; I want to use my art to change the world... and hopefully, it will make a difference no matter how small.
0 - Prophet of Illusions (from the Brotherhood of the Thorns)
His twin sister would steal the key to unlock Pandora's box; setting loose the demons from the window of the soul.
He would build Empires only to tear them down; for the sheer pleasure of watching everyone fall twice.
The Prophet of Illusions is trickster of the highest order; fire-starter, master illusionist and mentally unsound pyromaniac.
Blaze wraps everything he touches with the radiance of a flame, a gift of love brightly burning blue. He is coming for the wine sellers; he is coming for their lies. He wants the fat bird and the thin lizard; he wants the pig with the beady blue eyes. They will wear his mark as a badge of shame; they will be branded cattle and they will stink of burning flesh while the Prophet razes this empire to the ground.
The Emperor who sits on a wooden throne will know his legacy is falling apart.
Careful not to let the prophet close enough to touch you for he turns everything into a glowing beacon of light. He will make you his personal wicker man while he mimics your scream; he will watch over you closely as you turn to ashes beneath his cold, demented gaze.
The beast was here all along...
Last edited on Tue Sep 14th, 2010 03:43 pm by shadow