
The shining virgin of lunar light descends skyclad and starcrowned
To tend the vibrant shimmering earth garden
Which her own gently cascading, transparent hues of loveliness
Have created.

Lost, we walk in the light of day
Somehow hoping to find a way
Of going back to where we've been
For the chance of starting all over again.

On cosmic wind currents
Beautiful and bright
An angel ascends
Through the planes of light.

Merlin, the wizard...once trapped for centuries by the socceress, Morganna...has somehow slipped out of his prison spell, and now haunts the castles of England, where he wreaks havok by changing the natural properties of things with his enchantments.
An etching of Thor, the Norse god of thunder...done on the trunk of an ancient, lightning-struck Oak tree, which was sacred to him.
When I drew each of these, I tried to place each god in his own element.
Naturally, I gave Thor a stormy outlook. But since Odin was the All-Father, and the King of the gods, I gave to him, a more cosmic visage.

Each night, when you go to bed
Disturbing dreams fill your head.
They whisper softly about things to come.
In the morning, you awaken, with nowhere to run.

The soldier's life is a hard way to travel.
His actions help to protect others, allowing them to live the way they want.
Yet the shadow of death, is always one step behind him.