It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
Nor the sweet murder
Dealt slow and even
Unto the martyr
Smiling at heaven:
It is the smile
Faint as a (waning) myth,
Faint, and exceeding small
On a boy's murdered mouth.
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Hey! I came across your poem and really liked the atmosphere and imagery in it. I could genuinely see some of its moments being brought to life through artwork.
I'm a commission-based artist specializing in custom illustrations, character artwork, and book covers. I create artwork specifically around the mood, ideas, and imagery of someone's writing, and I keep my commissions budget-friendly.
If you're interested in having artwork created for your poem, feel free to contact me directly at: [email protected]
I'd be happy to share some ideas for what I could create for your poem and work with you to bring it visually to life.