#mrscarecrow

Lava and Mr. Scarecrow from this inktober leftovers. 🤓🧡🔥✌️🍁👈. I’m not over it still. P. S left it black and white due to time and getting over a little cold lol.

SCARCROW

When the first snow starts to fall And our names are long forgotten Between the graves my silent call A wicked swan song by the coven

There´s a place behind the mirror Where we could stay forevermore There´s a place behind the mirror Where ravens won´t cry nevermore

A soul to stole, I couldn´t resist Beyond the rain lost in the mist And my black thorn in every crown As we both went from town to town

There´s a place behind the mirror Where we could stay forevermore There´s a place behind the mirror Where we both won´t die anymore

Remember me Remember me Until the end of time

Sacrifice a memory And this oul ghost light will shine

Remember me Remember me Until the end of time

Sacrifice a memory And all your darkness will be mine

When the last star fades away And your wings are cold and frozen Between the graves of yesterday Passing dreams so old and broken

There´s a place behind the mirror Where we could stay forevermore There´s a place behind the mirror Where ravens won´t cry nevermore

A soul to stole, I couldn´t resist Beyond the rain lost in the mist And my carnival that never closed As we both went from coast to coast

There´s a place behind the mirror Where we could stay forevermore There´s a place behind the mirror Where we both won´t die anymore

Remember me Remember me Until the end of time

Sacrifice a memory And this oul ghost light will shine

Remember me Remember me Until the end of time

Sacrifice a memory And all your darkness will be mine

By Damon Fry

J'ai fais de mes rêves d'enfants, des illusions adolescentes,

de mes jeux et histoires innocentes des élucubrations immatures.

Et mon âme , cet esprit inconscient ;

vagabond hagard errant sur les ères du temps.