About this image
Upon the small road she stands
Angel or the devil's spawn?
Agonizing eyes with no pain
No one knows from whence she came;
From her lips the sounds of death
Rolling thunder rocks the earth,
Future held within her hands
Pours from her fingers, blood-soaked sands;
Black clouds rumble in the distance
Lightning flashes sear the sky,
All the peace doves leave their nesting
From this day there'll be no resting;
Might this vision be a warning
Sent to man to mend his ways?
Still I wonder if he'll listen
From our eyes more tears will glisten;
Welcome the apocalyspe!
Behold - the firey end is nigh,
If man does not amend his ways
He will have but to count the days.
Adapted from a poem by Linda Ori
6 comments
Love the black smoke and blood texture effects. Vampire Lord transition?
The poem is both ominous and beautiful perhaps a fortelling of our eminent doom.
Well done!!
The effect is actually just a blood aura from a mod https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/24667, not sure what the effect is called though.