It's wings flutter with despair. Softly falling into Death's embrace. Like a moth to flame it is oblivious to the danger before its' own eyes. Death tightens its grasp around it to a cage. Confidence from both seem clash at improbable angles. Sparks ignite the air that separates the two. Mere seconds is all it takes but time itself slowed down to watch what was taking place. Hissing and cursing the moth for it's trickery Death retreats back into the shadows. The moth fluctuates in size, one moment larger than reality itself the next a tiny micro-organism. When its' pulsing has finished it is quite obvious that it had grown twice its' original size. It was as if the moth had cheated death from claiming it. Or did the moth do more than just that?
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteVery nice piece of design!
ReplyDeleteHow ominous...
ReplyDelete...but yeah, awesome design ;-)
It's wings flutter with despair. Softly falling into Death's embrace. Like a moth to flame it is oblivious to the danger before its' own eyes. Death tightens its grasp around it to a cage. Confidence from both seem clash at improbable angles. Sparks ignite the air that separates the two. Mere seconds is all it takes but time itself slowed down to watch what was taking place. Hissing and cursing the moth for it's trickery Death retreats back into the shadows. The moth fluctuates in size, one moment larger than reality itself the next a tiny micro-organism. When its' pulsing has finished it is quite obvious that it had grown twice its' original size. It was as if the moth had cheated death from claiming it. Or did the moth do more than just that?
ReplyDeleteThank you guys!
ReplyDeleteHOTpanda - that was awesone, your talent with the pen amazes me!