Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
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Pretty art. Did you draw the picture?
ReplyDeleteYes I did. I had a hard time moving it from my tablet to my blog. Had ti take a photo of it.
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DeleteWonderful depiction! I have always loved the Arthurian legends.
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ReplyDeleteSo pretty!
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Donna
...sword sure has many meanings.
ReplyDeleteI had to look up yonic, a word I don't recall seeing before. Duh! So obvious ~ lol! Enjoy your weekend!
ReplyDeleteNicely done! A sword can mean so much.
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