Led through the mist
By the milk-light of Moon
All that was lost, is revealed
By the milk-light of Moon
All that was lost, is revealed
Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
But where have we come, and where shall we end?
If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend?
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Oh how the gentle wind
Beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall
Beckons through the leaves
As autumn colors fall
Dancing in a swirl
Of golden memories
The loveliest lies of all
Of golden memories
The loveliest lies of all
The loveliest lies of all
Ink piece for #Inktober2018, digital redraw and final illustration (2021)
WIRT and GREG, characters from "Over the garden wall" (Patrick McHale, 2014)
