Drinking at the Mausoleum Door by Not_Important
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We had to read a poem in class this week, then model something after the poem. This is what i came up with. I probably would have textured it if i had more time, maybe i'll do that later but for now heres the image...
...and here's the poem:
Drinking at the Mausoleum Door
by RC
I stare up at the white washed walls,
They're hollow, and yet full of time.
They have eyes that cry at the sound of my voice,
because they can't begin to tell me what they've seen.
All of my friends lie silent with maggots in their eyes,
and no one to hold but empty caskets.
These mausoleum walls have seen too much.
so empty with the october grey.
And my only friends don't answer me,
their eyes vacant and stained.
and it pains me to think-
that this mausoleum is my home.
Comments (2)
sim3344
Nice work!!!
jocko500
you did wonderful. hope you got an "A" in class