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Red warrior by azazel1944 Red warrior by azazel1944
2 years ago give a magazine picture the title page
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alithking Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2015
Excellent art work and epic battle, congratulations!
MarcusCrassus Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013
nigellus Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2008  Student
Say, this looks like General Guangming from The Promise
IgaNinja Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2008  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I like your battle scene art, you should try another historical piece.
NCloud Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2008
Amazing art, its all soo Fantastic.
HybridRain Featured By Owner Feb 29, 2008  Professional Filmographer
Jean-Auron Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2007
really really awesome man
Touch-Not-This-Cat Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2007
The Last Hero
by G.K.Chesterton


The wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day,
There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers a score of miles away,
And drifted like a livid leaf I go before its tide,
Spewed out of house and stable, beggared of flag and bride.
The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,
With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,
Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.
Feast in my hall, O foemen, and eat and drink and drain,
You never loved the sun in heaven as I have loved the rain.
The chance of battle changes -- so may all battle be;
I stole my lady bride from them, they stole her back from me.
I rent her from her red-roofed hall, I rode and saw arise,
More lovely than the living flowers the hatred in her eyes.
She never loved me, never bent, never was less divine;
The sunset never loved me, the wind was never mine.
Was it all nothing that she stood imperial in duresse?
Silence itself made softer with the sweeping of her dress.
O you who drain the cup of life, O you who wear the crown,
You never loved a woman's smile as I have loved her frown.

The wind blew out from Bergen to the dawning of the day,
They ride and run with fifty spears to break and bar my way,
I shall not die alone, alone, but kin to all the powers,
As merry as the ancient sun and fighting like the flowers.
How white their steel, how bright their eyes! I love each laughing knave,
Cry high and bid him welcome to the banquet of the brave.
Yea, I will bless them as they bend and love them where they lie,
When on their skulls the sword I swing falls shattering from the sky.
The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose, --
You never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes.

Know you what earth shall lose to-night, what rich uncounted loans,
What heavy gold of tales untold you bury with my bones?
My loves in deep dim meadows, my ships that rode at ease,
Ruffling the purple plumage of strange and secret seas.
To see this fair earth as it is to me alone was given,
The blow that breaks my brow to-night shall break the dome of heaven.
The skies I saw, the trees I saw after no eyes shall see,
To-night I die the death of God; the stars shall die with me;
One sound shall sunder all the spears and break the trumpet's breath:
You never laughed in all your life as I shall laugh in death.

(Written in 1901)
Jezebel1669 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2007
"You there, get me a juice box."
savagedryad Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2007  Professional General Artist
Wonderful! Reminds me of "The Promise" Oh and extra points for drawing all the armor and weapons just perfect!
FABIUSMAXIMUS Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009
savagedryad Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2009  Professional General Artist
??? I hoping its good with the :wow: emote
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