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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Howard Pyle

Howard Pyle


May Ask
I Drop

a Smile
Is Like
your Tiny
Would Say
the Highest
No Words
Can Steal
the Light
of Day



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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

William Blake

William Blake

An Offering

Lovely, Lovely, Girl
On the Splattered Floor.
Come To me.
The Nine Hells
Have Pledged To me Thee.
By Altar, Sword, & Seal;
Cross the Gulfs & Voids
of Time’s Mortal Stream.
Seer Guide my Hand;
Fate’s Reel.
The Bargain Struck;
Blood, Strife, & Souls To Steal.
Come Forth,

Before the Sacred Stone I Kneel.
First To Take His Brother’s Life.
First To Covet Another’s Wife;
the UnHoly Bride.
Father Of Our Line.
With Serpent’s Kiss
& Lies Upon my Lips.
Inhabit This Shell
& Once Again This Land
Will Feel Steel
& the Iron Will
Of the Master
Down Below.

Taken From
the Private
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line


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Thomas Cole

Thomas Cole

Stone & Steel

on To

the Temple

of Hephaestus;

What Glory a Waits me,

Forlorn Son

of Past Noble Deeds.


to the Treasures

Only I Could Steal,

Past Gorges & Ravines.

Through Withering Heights

I Followed This Dream,

Minerva’s Steed.

No Earthly Things Did I See,

Only Cold, HardShip & Depravity;

Till I Reached That Crystal

Cavern of Old.

The Lame God

was Depicted In Many Scenes,

the Love of Fire & Forge

& That

Which I did Seek;

His Crowning Achievement

the Star Sword;

Aphrodite’s Bane;

Aries’ Whore.

What I Wonder

Will Bar my Door

From This & More.

In Answer Blood was Spilt;


For That Steel Clad Creature

Had None I Could Find.

Brazen Brass Bull,

my Blade

a Tiny Broken Thing.

Sharp Fingers Rend Flesh,

Curses Give Way to Screams

At the Test

of Metal Against Muscle.

Plunging the Pommel

Through One

of Its Fiery

Red Orbs;

Kicking Out with Both Feet.

Thrusting It & Much of me;

For the Talons Still Did Cling

to Pieces of me,

From the Shelf

Where we Did Battle.

In To the Fire

That Did Ring us In

Before a Bridge.

Where I Once Again

Took Up my Plight,

For I Saw No Way

It Could Survive

Or Climb the Black Night

That Had Swallowed

the Guardian

of the Crypt.

Taken From
the Private
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line.


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