Regis Dolor
βHe wept for love, yet clutched at gold and throne;
Too late he saw both slip, and left alone.
A rose now climbs the bones he cannot hold,
While all his riches turn to dust and cold.βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
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βDeus Intusβ
Within a holy light doth burn,
Though herb imbibed the seeker still doth yearn;
The cross he bares, and smoke winds him round,
Yet God hath ever in the marrow found.βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
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"Veneratio Mutua Rubetae et Serpentis"
In equal honour do they stand,
Each unto each with reverent hand;
The toad within the serpentβs maw
Yet neither yields to natureβs law.
These 1of1 64x64 pixel works of art will be tied to the 10x10 @pixskells collection.
What comes of them is yet to be determinedβ¦