Series: Ethereal Dreams & Nightmares

“Four times fifty living men  (And I heard nor sigh nor groan),
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropp’d down one by one.
But Life-in-Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.
The souls did from their bodies fly—
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it pass’d me by
Like the whizz of my crossbow!’”

~by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from the “Rime of the Ancient Mariner”~

CLOAKED FIGURE & DEMONS, EDIT G

ABSTRACT SMOKE, No. 3, Edit B

Alien Fetus, Frame F

Alien, Edit C