When mortals clash in a fierce battle, they fall like leaves from the trees in autumn.
Then the Reaper comes to collect the souls of the dead.

This is the final edition of my work
This is a gift art ot
It was a really hard work with the clouds and other parts in the background, because I didn't use to draw backgrounds
Some of you were watching my WIP-s that I submitted here too, not too long ago.
Well... I don't know, that there is anything else to say about this piece ?
I guess, I remain silent...

was kind enough to compose a little thing to this picture
Here it is:

The souls of the men who's duty is neigh,
are restless and eager for the swipe of the scythe.

The moon lights the way for Death's midnight march.
Blood will turn the sands cold and dark.

The warriers' courage carries on the wind,
Soon, Death works his will, pitiless to the end.


Work in Progress :
WIP 1: [link]
WIP 2: [link]

Miscellioneus:

Paper: Ingres, A/3 size
Tools used: 2b, 4b, 7b (for background), mechanical pencil with a hb lead
White pastell and pitt pencil for the light areas
Estimated work time: 18-20+ hours