Driving yesterday, I was looking at the barren winter trees
and was reminded of an album(Predates CDs); called Tales from the Witchwood by a
group called Strawbs. The title song lyrics final verse (Had to look it up to
“The Witchwood started singing with a strange unearthly sound,
My fingers grew like branches. I stood rooted to the ground.
And the spell is still unbroken. I am still her bidden
Till a casket from the Witchwood bares my body to the grave.
Possibe first WIP (Sketch)
Carl; Good horror theme keep going.
Bergy really great work as always. Definitly creepy. Is the gun for use on the unknown or himself?
Surprised there aren't more.