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Oils, June 2009 with some digital tweaking done later.

quite pleased with the eerie atmosphere evoked by the moonlight and the mist around the gravestones.

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Pain has stripped away
The flesh from my bones
Burned the life from my soul
Torn the tongue from my throat
And my eyes from their sockets
Yet still and always I Am.

Still I walk and talk and see
I watch and stalk and snatch
I carry away beauty
And I will not be denied.

When the moon was shining
And the mist was rising
And unbearable desolation hung in the air
Then did I find you, my newly-dead bride
Then did I bear you away in my arms.