Petrichor

Swan of pale, of porcelain white
Her halo a bloody sun framing a Botticelli face

Of petrichor weaves black noise

Where her frame disfigures, pale of the swan
Painted, dying, wilting in red ribbons
Lashing black sails, a tattered mane
Her mouth, a death's head smile
Tongueless choirs and baited breath
Ever watching, the angels beheaded

Bleeding this heart, come clarity resonance
Of petrichor weaves black noise

Light draped, ephemeral
Her stain glass horizon, the house glass shattered
Glacial starffell memories, caligari haunting
Within this cabinet of change, upon flutter eye wings
In efflorescence, the shadows' sarabande

And silence was her name, the silence so loud

Time, cleanse these severed hands of time
Rain, rain again, wash away this pain
O moon kissed flesh
New kingdom come of earthen vast
Libera me

Rain, rain, earthen
Shine, shine, new kingdom, shine
Shine on

Dreamer, I
Dream o dream
Dream, follow me afar
Weep, come kingdom come
O hope, libera me

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This one took about four or five days. Many hours and late nights. I will never draw grass again, lol. Its about time i posted something right? Hope you all like it.

Song: "Of Pitrichor Weaves Black Noise" by Ne Obliviscaris
Artwork and Characters (c) Rancidire
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