A crowned god is gone in the senseless rage of his summers.
The rain, he is pulling it back to the sky. The breath, he is stealing it.
The dogs feed on a flaunting madness,
A crowned god is lost in a whisper of tainted summer.
But he always remembers... and looks back.
Done with dip pen and ink.
Time spent on this goes over 12 hours, but the result really makes me happy.
_ Croatian Rhapsody - Maksim Mrvica
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