Dark grows the sun

There feeds he full
on the flesh of the dead,
And the home of the gods
he reddens with gore;
Dark grows the sun,
and in summer soon
Come mighty storms:
would you know yet more?
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This is stanza 41, quite a jump since my last illustration... There's no way I'll manage to do an illustration for every single one of these poems by deadline, so I'm just doing the ones I like the best.

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