'Bedraggled and quietened phantom of hope esteemed, is unleashed upon the courtyard unfolding. A minor deity stands askew, mewling at the cut, flickering ink-bled and barrow-wight. We, along for the ride and bristling with virtue, sang birdsongs of war we learned from a cosmic tailor and lunar seamstress divided.' A pen and ink drawing coloured digitally. 3535 x 3535 at 300dpi