I Dreamed My GenesisBy lombergar
I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel
Rammed in the marching heart, hole
In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled
Death on the mouth that ate the gas.
Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest
Of hemlock and the blades, rust
My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing
My second struggling from the grass.
I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen
Twice in the feeding sea, grown
Stale of Adam's brine until, vision
Of new man strength, I seek the sun.
This is one of my first images done as a combination of Airbrushing, Photos and 3D Renders. Trying new stuff, perhaps it'll be good, perhaps it'll suck ... I am interested in hearing about your oppinions.