I’ve been going through a drawing slump this past week or so. Decided to look through some work I did a few years ago for inspiration. I ran across this one I drew on a wacom drawing tablet and thought I’d share it with the story/poem I wrote.
Hope you like it.
Warrior. Guardian. Translator. Mechanic.
Assistant. Assassin. Pilot. Chef.
I’ve been so many things in this life cycle.
I’ve lost limbs. I’ve lost friends.
I’ve been to space and returned to find a world set on fire.
There’s no one left to give the orders now.
Just old programs
Still running.
My sockets are shot.
My optics are fading.
My gears grind and turn to dust.
No one to call friend.
No one to call master.
Think I’ll power down now.
Recharge these old energy cells.
Worlds crash and burn but always
Make way for new life.
New ways.
New orders.
Just takes time.
Switching to standby.
Tinman signing off… to see the wizard.
Cinematic Point Of View 
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