Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field, oil painting, by george dawe

The depiction of the unimaginable inevitable endless cosmic horror coming from the void of space, by m.c.escher, by h.r.giger, by george dawe

The interdimensional black hole hypercube in space

depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, by m.c.escher, by george dawe

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

Some of these stars will lead someone some night somewhere, A child will born and bring the love and peace and hope, Reflected in their mother's eyes that second A glimpse of light her tear A drop, A moment long as distant sun can shine For someone staring at the stars some night somewhere, pure creativity, cosmic horror

Some of these stars will lead someone some night somewhere, A child will born and bring the love and peace and hope, Reflected in their mother's eyes that second A glimpse of light her tear A drop, A moment long as distant sun can shine For someone staring at the stars some night somewhere, pure creativity, cosmic horror

Some of these stars will lead someone some night somewhere, A child will born and bring the love and peace and hope, Reflected in their mother's eyes that second A glimpse of light her tear A drop, A moment long as distant sun can shine For someone staring at the stars some night somewhere, pure creativity, cosmic horror

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

Where have you been all a fine summer’s day Son come tell it unto me, fishing and fowling in the field in the forest I am weary mother let me be, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

And what will you do when your daddy finds out?Son come and tell to me, I’ll put my foot on board of a ship and sail away And sail to a foreign country, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

Where have you been all a fine summer’s day Son come tell it unto me, fishing and fowling in the field in the forest I am weary mother let me be, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

by george dawe, ukiyo-e, by thomas moran, masterpiece, painting, Little ole horse little ole cow Amblin' around the old hay mow Little ole horse he took a chew Darned if I don't said the ole cow too

Sad cute axolotl as an antique Roman soldier in a futuristic spaceship, high quality, detailed, by george dawe, by robert henri, painting, axolotl, portrait

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by Katherine folatre

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by Katherine folatre

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, scenery, dark art, intricate details

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, scenery, dark art, intricate details

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, dark art, intricate details

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, dark art, intricate details

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

One moon with alteration slow had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night And still these two were postured motionless Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern The frozen God still couchant on the earth And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes and saw his kingdom gone And all the gloom and sorrow of the place And that fair kneeling Goddess and then spake As with a palsied tongue and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

Yes there must be a golden victory There must be Gods thrown down and trumpets blown Of triumph calm and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan Voices of soft proclaim and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells and there shall be Beautiful things made new for the surprise Of the sky-children I will give command Thea Thea Thea! where is Saturn, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

Yes there must be a golden victory There must be Gods thrown down and trumpets blown Of triumph calm and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan Voices of soft proclaim and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells and there shall be Beautiful things made new for the surprise Of the sky-children I will give command Thea Thea Thea! where is Saturn, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

Yes, there must be a golden victory; There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew

The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew

The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

God be with the old folk they are all dead and gone And likewise my brothers young Denis and John As we tripped through the heather wild hares to pursue Our joys they did mingle in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece

The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

A lonely boat glides fatally Through the cold waters of endless sadness, Only heaven knows everything about our orphanhood And about the pain that is bound by the oath of silence, There are islands of solace somewhere And the salvation shore For someone who knew how to believe, new stars are born there And almonds bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

A lonely boat glides fatally Through the cold waters of endless sadness, Only heaven knows everything about our orphanhood And about the pain that is bound by the oath of silence, There are islands of solace somewhere And the salvation shore For someone who knew how to believe, new stars are born there And almonds bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art