She swiped though town like sickle in grass, burning their houses, breaking their bounds. Never before, never again, She … More
He could feel the horrors in the corners, the evil of the shadows. He could feel the monster lurk, creatures run in fear.
He wanted to leave, wanted to run. He was still there.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to fight. He stayed still.
Paralysed by darkness, nowhere to flee….
Trapped in shadows
Haunted by wilt
He whispers in vain
Horrors of the future
Fears of what’s done
of the unknown
Longing for truce
nowhere to hide
The sinister wraiths
they are him
This illustration is based on a pencil sketch I made as far back as…
A lonely paradise
in the darkest groves
Come to me, come…
I made the sketch and draft for this many years ago, and it’s been…
From the tower the clocker sees it all. A girl is walking home at night. A shadow is waiting by … More
He watched the sea as the waves came in, he loved the white water stream. The sound of movement, the beautiful wind, the seagull’s repeating scream.
He’d seen the storms, the waves like teeth, giant squids and whales. The Kraken he had felt underneath, the oceans he had sailed.