Visions of necromancer-Collab-

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My eyes are blinded
By the setting sun
In the world twilight blue-silver in-between
It begins were it surely ends
My school dwells in these fragrant graveyards
Of putrid flowers and blossoming flesh
Unnatural! Forbidden! I diagnose our fates
In a world were the dead are living
And the living ghosts
Bloods runs cold. I force my heart to stop
So that I may cast forth spells
and commune with the dust
I see with the visions of necromancy
That the breathless faded finished exist ever on


Stocks used:

for the model

for the base of the sphere

[link] for the base of the background (picture of a church)

The magnificent apophysisrenders on the background & on the orb are creations of:

, whose also responsible for the poem on the description.

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