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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

William Holman Hunt & Edward Robert Hughes

Forgotten Fields

of Rotting Meat
Yes
my Friend

a Gristly Feast
a Feast
Fit For a Beast
As I Search For the Yeast
To Get This Party

Started Over Again
I Know
Maybe I am Mad
As I Reach For my Sire’s Secret
How to Re Animate the Damned
Arkham
Where It Began
to Find my Father’s Friend
& the Serum of Power
to Set me Over the Dias of Man
Modern Day Prometheus
or Lucifer
I am
#B27321

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Christian Mølsted

AimLess

– 

I Like The R.S. Aimless

(Royal Class Space Ship)

Maybe In the End

It’s All About the Ship.

(Circle)

& How It Brought Together

All These People

Like This Group

So After All It Was Not Aimless. 

Bonds Forged & All That Jazz.

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The Legend of The Seven Serpents:

From The Egg of Nothing

Came & Sprang

The Dragons of Creation

They Poured Their Souls

Into The 7 Known Races

Before the Coming of Man

That Was

Now

He Has a Hand to Play

Sunder the Worlds

or One Great Nation

All They Left Behind

Were Dragon Scales

Pieces of Power

They Have Yet to UnFold

Myths & Legends

& Stories UnTold

Will Man

Be The Piece

That Has Been Missing

So Long

So Begins

Our Tale

(of Forgotten Lore)

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Monte

the Count
of Monte
Cristo
Perhaps
the Greatest
Story
Ever Told
of Revenge
&

Love
of Miseries
UnTold
Under
the Lash
you Become
the Beast
That Was
Man
&

Can
Only Climb
Up
the Power
Money
Mad
It
Gave Him
All
He Had
the Bitterness
Of
the Past
Washed
a Way
Like Sand
&

Only
Now
the Moment
Was Left
to
Stand
#B27321

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle

Gangsta Wood

you
Make me
Smile
With
your Ire;
you Won’t
Make me
Change
my Stance
Not a
Chance.
I am
Solid
In
the Power
Of
my Pen,
Another Win.
Try To
Hide It
In
a Pile
Or

Mire;
Liar,
It Is
Fire.
Jump Up
&

Down,
Dance Around,
you
Can Not
Escape
the Pyre.
Savage Tunes
From
a Burning
Lyre
my One
Desire;
Sired
#B27321 

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