night for IF

night for illustration friday... i like the topic, it seems like some goth community has taken over the topic submission for illustration friday in the last weeks ! lost, cold, remote, broken, night ! add some grated death, salt and pepper and you have a perfect goth salad. hmmmm.
another subway ticket and another image of horrible quality.

(i love this)

Come away, come away, death

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it;

My part of death no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown:
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.

(William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, II, 4)