... but soon the parts reversed and they were losing the battle.
Ravens were flying over the bared field, tasting Death and pecking bones
as the Queen fell in a pool of sweat and blood, in a mess of abused limbs,
her body hunched over the damp grass. Her heart squeezing in her chest
in slow exhaustion. Her throat fighting for a last breath, a last word.
But the raven flew over the Queen and Darkness stared at her into the eyes,
taking hold of her soul, the words ready on her tongue
that couldn't get past her parted lips already forgotten.
"Lost" #illustration #drawing #ink #fantasy #art