Signs And Portents...
Showing posts with label bronze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bronze. Show all posts
Friday, 17 January 2020
Monday, 10 June 2019
Tuesday, 28 May 2019
Saturday, 20 April 2019
Friday, 1 March 2019
Friday Extra...
Apocalypse Poetry
1. Flash
The light sears through flesh,
Exposing bones to our sight,
before eye-jelly boils.
2. Scorch
Tidal wave of flame,
Roasting all before its touch,
Blisters human skin.
3. Embers
A hot glow remains,
Haunted by ghosts of meat-steam,
Crackling as it cools.
4. Ash
Stripped bones reach upward,
Dusted with ashen particles,
Blackened, charred digits.
Tuesday, 22 January 2019
More from the cavern...
Dr. Seward's Cavern - 22nd January 1899 (Diary Excerpt)
I dreamt uneasily last night as we made camp deep within the cavern. The light from our campfire made the shadows dance in a perturbing manner.As I slept, I dreamt that an entity, who styled himself "The King of Many Dimensions", came to me and bade me to slay my companions in their slumber.
I awoke with quite a start, my heart racing as I recalled, the face of the "King" and his command to kill the others in our party. I seemed to be the only one thus affected, as none of the others made so much as a peep, so deeply were they under.
It was with some considerable difficulty that I returned to the arms of Morpheus, and was not disturbed further, until I was awoken at daybreak by Dr. Seward himself, clattering pots and pans as he busied himself at the campfire with the breakfast things.
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| The King Of Many Dimensions |
Monday, 21 January 2019
The Cavern...
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| Daubings On The Cave Wall |
21st January, 1899 (Diary Excerpt)
Staring into the cave, strange symbols were illuminated by the flickering light of the oil lamp. We had no idea that human habitation had extended so far back into this labyrinth of caverns... or if indeed, the beings who had left the marks, were human.Saturday, 19 January 2019
Monday, 14 January 2019
Saturday, 12 January 2019
The Churning Wheel...
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| The Churning Wheel |
The Churning Wheel
The wheel turns, its elongated spokes ripping through all that comes before it.The earth is churned into great clouds of dust that erupt in the wake of the wheel's turning, obscuring the light of the Sun.
Friday, 11 January 2019
It's Friday...
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| Dancing Round The Campfire |
The Weekend Starts Here...
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| The Bones Of Autumn |
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| Stained Glass Map |
There is no great mystery as to where the names come from, it's simply from the ideas and feelings and gut reactions that each piece evokes within me.
I hope they do the same for you.
@sickkid1972
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| The Last Dinosaur Observes The Oncoming Meteor |
Wednesday, 9 January 2019
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