I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
If your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
It's time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am worn by the weather

this is from an old irish poem called, like the title of this picture, I Am Stretched On Your Grave. its a beautifully dark poem. It has also been made into a few songs. but this one is so far my favorite. www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tcwlC...

oh and by the way. This is Bronte. I adopted her from ^^ yep... shes a zombie... I'll... post a ref later... and no, she does not normally wear that. I just drew her like that to add to the dramatic effect of the picture.

anyhow, tell me what you think and enjoy!

irkens: ©
Bronte: ©
poem: © some irish guy from the 17th-century

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