Cold is the night that fall on busy ears, Cold is the fright that has haunted me for years.
Here I am standing as a monolith for souls yet born, a branding that should be upheld but not torn.
Dead are the stone scales falling from my face, as I grow old I yearn to leave this place.
Yet here I stand beneath an unresting sea, I'd cry out but I know no one would care for my plea.
Winds blow against the branches that shake off the leaves, but little the same can be said for my greaves.
The armour looks tribal and ancient, but I can assure you it is a test of the patient.
I grasp my helmet in my talons, a foreshadowing of visions of blood that shall be poured in gallons.
Though it may seem I'm a stoic reptile, it pains to disappoint that really it's only a percentile.
Lunar light shines down on me to answer the long-awaited call, as much as I wish to contest it, I will fight for my elder world till the night I fall.
Here I am standing as a monolith for souls yet born, a branding that should be upheld but not torn.
Dead are the stone scales falling from my face, as I grow old I yearn to leave this place.
Yet here I stand beneath an unresting sea, I'd cry out but I know no one would care for my plea.
Winds blow against the branches that shake off the leaves, but little the same can be said for my greaves.
The armour looks tribal and ancient, but I can assure you it is a test of the patient.
I grasp my helmet in my talons, a foreshadowing of visions of blood that shall be poured in gallons.
Though it may seem I'm a stoic reptile, it pains to disappoint that really it's only a percentile.
Lunar light shines down on me to answer the long-awaited call, as much as I wish to contest it, I will fight for my elder world till the night I fall.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Alien (Other)
Size 1726 x 2135px
File Size 3.3 MB
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