Crown of moss upon an oaken head,
Streaks of starlight woven in a thread.
Darkness engulfs his city of thieves,
Soon he too shall sprout blood red leaves.
Like an age old elm tree, roots he shall sprout,
Turned into a mighty tree preserved even from drought.
The Wooden King shall pay for his ghastly sins,
For in the end Karma always wins.
by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
© All rights reserved 2015
unbolt me 
For in the end GOD always wins. 😇
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Thanks for reading, MSJMG.
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“For in the end karma always wins” .. 😦
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An astute observation, CK. Thank you for visiting!
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My Pleasure 🙂 The last line is a well thought out aphorism! #respect
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Obsidian will be very pleased to read that! 🙂
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Great work that reminds me of something George McDonald wrote in Phantasms, I believe… Very striking, indeed, and many kudos to the author!
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You know, I’ve always wanted to read George McDonald. I’ve heard so many good things about him… 🙂
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I really think you’d like him quite a lot, Tony, and I’d recommend his “Phantasms” first and foremost! Give it a look over … perhaps your local library carries a copy, or can solicit one?
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I’ll certainly see if I can hunt a copy down. I’ve a feeling it’ll be worth it! Thanks for the recommendation, Jonathan. 😀
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I just went over there to check it out
Great work guys
Sheldon
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That makes me so happy to hear, Sheldon. 😀
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It’s a keeper
Great images
Lots to think about
Sheldon
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Oh yes, I really dig his stuff, Sheldon. In fact, both Tati and I do. We’re big fans! 🙂
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