I walk alone through burning towns.
My sword is in my hand.
But the battle has been lost.
And there is nothing to defend.
At Culloden in seventeen forty six.
Scotland's fate was sealed.
We wrote a bloody history.
Wounds that never healed.
Fight for death or glory.
Fight at Culloden Muir.
Die in pain and anger.
Die in Culloden Muir.
~
Grave Diggers
6 comments:
Interesting layering. Beautifully created.
Marvellous image and spirit Deann!
I love the sky, the colours and the lay out!
And, of course, the tribute to the scottish kistory!
Well done my friend!
(As far as I know, styles are compatible with elements and it's a very easy installation.
Say me if you want to try, I'm fond of this often free sort of stuff and use them each time I make an image...
I'll tell you for a swap my friend. Thank you a lot! :)
It's a deal you're a smooth talker. (Thank you a lot!)
wow, this is just stunning. captures so much that castles are about, the wars and fair maidens, the loss, and all of it. well done. xo
Everything about this piece is magical, Deann, the images but also the words. You have such talent, my friend.
I hear the bagpipes when I look at your piece of art, just lovely.
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