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'Heh.' Anita scratched at her cheek. 'Well, I didn't know until a couple days ago, and figured I'd ge

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They Dieby ~greenleaf-elfy

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~They Die~

All tears, restrained for years
Their grief is confined
Which destroys my mind

An ode to their plight is this dirge
Some yearn for lugubrious silence
Serenity in the image of the coffins

Shall life renew these bodies of a truth?
All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Fill the void veins of life, again with youth
And wash with an immortal water, age
They die.

Lp:They Die
Anathema

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*Nirelleth Dec 5, 2009

Nice work. I really love the colours and how they add to the spooky mood!

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~greenleaf-elfy Dec 6, 2009 Artist

...the silence after the battle...

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~funny-ann Jan 19, 2009

this is so cool ! Love this!

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~greenleaf-elfy Jan 19, 2009 Artist

i am glad you love it dear

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=starlit-sky Jun 20, 2008

wlaio

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~Snapshooter Jun 19, 2005

Poly omrfh dhmiourgia. Poly atmosfairiko!!! keep up the good work

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~azgaroth Feb 26, 2004

You stole my idea. You bastard

hahaha Great composition elfy, all the colouring reminds me for an cover of Dissection. Great job.
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~greenleaf-elfy Feb 28, 2004 Artist

be quick az...hehe...thanx

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~greenfaery Feb 22, 2004 Hobbyist Digital Artist

This is so dark and sad...a battlefield after the battle...

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