Art, Digital drawing, Dnd, Drawing/Sketch, Fantasy, poetry

Gathering moss

Gather to me my knights,

unfold the scales of your mail,

as the wraiths of time wail by the second hand that trails.

In the dusk of the night,

I dar3 tread the path of that beacon at midnight.

Then we shall see at dawn,

where all things do yawn,

in the first hour of the twillight morn

I will see your spear,

with my that rear of the axe i weild.

πŸ™„πŸ€–πŸ˜‘β™¦β™₯πŸ€”πŸŒ˜

Β© oliver a. melendez.

Β© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@cp2.xi

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