Basically this is a song (aria) from an Opera. An Opera never written - but what I imagined when I drew this.
The story is about a village plaqued by a vengeful deity - Let's call her 'Phoebe'. And as the villagers want, hope and dream for a better life they dare not speak of good fortune or think that they deserve good fortune for as soon as they do Phoebe swiftly appears carrying with her a black cloud of destruction.
Now, most Operas end badly but in this case I think the ending is good. I cannot tell you how the story ends - this is something you must ponder.
PS. I came up with the name Phoebe because it is very similar to the latin word phobia - 'to fear'
I'm posting my 52 Figments on Elizadeath because it's dark. The question is part two: What does Hell mean to you?
When I was making this I was too lazy to get the dictionary to check spelling on some of the words so I just spelled them the way I thought they should be - I then thought that the mistakes kind of fit in with the whole piece.
Part one asked what Heaven meant to me - which you can see on Joy Eliz.
Simple footsteps free despair Shake the earth that is our air On conjured winds to disrupt Hallowed ground gathered up Ferocious circle souls unrest Wings of crows send them West
Forgot the dream, made some plans This town now Omega Man's Packed a van with all we owned At break of dawn we left our home Out of the city, now a tomb We found a place under the moon Winter was here, no time to prepare So we sat on rocks and burned the chairs