Purple Mist
The BlacksmithI am a blacksmith like my father was. I bear his name with pride, Yet this path is my own. A path people are afraid of, One beyond their little world.The Blacksmith
Eyes have gathered around me. Some because of admiration, Some think I've lost my mind.
Iron glowed within the furnace, Red and warm, just like my heart, Prisoner in a cage of stone.
My bare hand reached into the flames, Freeing this inert mass of its burning lair.
A swift glance at the afternoon sun Before the hammer fell. The detonation rushed through the hills, Swarms
Mega Store
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Click here to visit my gallery [link]
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"my little Amélie, you don't have bones of glass. You can take life's knocks. If you let this chance pass, eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton"
I am very pleased about it indeed
when I get a moment next,I shall
take a stroll thru your gallery
Nice to meet choo
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vielen Dank für dein Fave und dein Kommentar über The Blacksmith. Das hat mich sehr gefreut, dass es dir so gut gefallen hat. Es würd mich mal interessieren, was du da alles interpretiert hast, dass ich ein Vergleich hab zu dem, was ich gemeint hab.
Wann gibts denn wieder mal gute Photos zu sehen, auf deinem accout?
I'm honored to be your Friend, too.
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Nuttu nuri, onni oekei.
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Als ich mit pixelart angefangen hab, dachte ich auch nicht dass es so gut läuft. Wenn man die paar Regeln befolgt ists aber ziemlich einfach.. Allerdings auch ziemlich arbeitsaufwendig
Achja, die im pinken Bikini ist besoffen.
Einion
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Former Gallery Director for Vector Art
Sometimes there's a right way and a wrong way to do something; and we do neither.
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