I went for an hourglass as my Inktober Clock prompt illustration. Borrowed from the lil' scene I built yesterday with the Dwarven guardian. As for the poem, shout-out to our inevitable doom. Below is the transcription:
let me be long dead,
when the seas turn into
the great plains of salt rock,
stretching into eternity.
skeletal silhouettes wave them
all goodbye.
let me have decomposed,
way before the grasslands
dry under the unforgiving
ever-burning forge in the sky.
let me rest amongst
those whose warnings
went unheeded. I want
our voices to haunt them
all, until they too close
their eyes forever.
'What's Coming'
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