I We would say that we were young And were content to dance to the great dance of the weave, pawns of unseen hands on an unseen chessboard
And the pattern weaves itself around us
II Then, the beginning of our ends Sacrifices were made, ties unravels and loosen, and a broken knight breaks the chessboard in turn
As eclipses came and went, we were left behind
III And after twilight had passed, we open doors To places we would and could not forget Discarded pawns, unused swords, broken threads, and questions after questions
We are not made to deal well with aftermaths
IV Yet beneath it all, or tucked high in your attics Amidst your neatly stacked memories, lores, and her ebony hair, the serpent waits and uncoils. For we are tied to the weave in ways we could not fathom
And we too, will wait.
Watercolors on Sketchbook Paper
A bigger version of the drawing (separated into two parts) can be seen in [link] and [link]
Decided to do a little spring cleaning inside my head The drawing started out as a teensy piece of A4 paper, but then it just sort of grew and grew, and I ended up patching 4 and a half of said paper with scotch tape to make ends meet (I guess one can still see the telltale signs of the divides XD) It was really fun to draw though, hope you enjoy the jumble