Curious Little Crow

Fighters fallen, Feathers ashen,

There is a feast, come heed the callin’,

Dusky meadows, blood-soaked soil,

A gust of wind, and soothing echoes.

Sung with grace, so sweet their song,

Your pain relieved, your spirits raised.

A trick, a lie, of lovely masks,

You know it now, they want your eyes.

Felt like going for something more...painted, with a technique I once tried but didn't get back then.
Turned out nice, I guess. At least it was fun : D