Through Red September

This is a personal piece of art, with more effort than usual. I haven't done something like this for myself in a while, so it feels good to get something out like this.

"Laid to the river
Midsummer, I waved
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And though Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again"

This is inspired by the song 'Nymphetamine' by Cradle of Filth, the full lyrics of which you can find here - http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/residentevilapocalypse/nymphetamine.htm

Ever heard of automatic writing? Well, this is similar, only art. The song inspired it, but afterwards it subconsciously grew into its own picture.

The black wolf is my true self. Bran is my fursonna. This is my soul, theriotype, whatever you'd call it. Whether my eyes are white because I'm blind, I'll leave up to you. He used to be a dog, until one day he finally became a wolf. As for the meaning of the rest of the picture, as its subconcious, I probably couldn't tell you, and you probably can't even guess unless you are close to me.

No crits on colouring/anatomy please, this is a spiritual picture, please just leave it at that. Also, I changed the name, because it means more to me, and the picture.

Art © Wingedwolf