The Night King
Night has come
its cloak of darkness extend tendrils
that creeps and curls about
The fawn treads soundlessly
and gaze into a sliver of moon...
as the Night gazes back at it too.
its cloak of darkness extend tendrils
that creeps and curls about
The fawn treads soundlessly
and gaze into a sliver of moon...
as the Night gazes back at it too.
Original pen drawing before the coloured version using Photoshop.
