Had a wonderful year on dA. The 2012 art was spectacular. I haven't seen it all, but I love what I did catch. Included here are some of the work I've featured this year..

:thumb309498658:  :thumb342394155:     Once More for the Dwarf LordsIn dreams, I conjure wealth untold,
through ancient rocky caverns old.
Through carved halls and dungeons deep,
My home, where now a dragon sleeps.
My kingdom, taken from my hands,
It slumbers under mountain lands.
I promise kin their home reclaimed
from powerful lizards and horrors unnamed.
Once more, the gifts are dwarven gold,
Our wills unbent, we'll never fold!
Of joyous hymns, dwarf voices ring,
When Erebor regains a Dwarven King.  :thumb343199567:      :thumb342661671:  :thumb341989189:        :thumb337091360:                  :thumb336032267:    :thumb336459333:   The Three Little Pigs  Once upon a time there were three little pigs that lived in a private community out in the country. One had built himself a straw house, the second had built himself a stick house, and the third had built himself a brick house with an interior swimming pool.
  The only nuisance in their lives was The Wolf. At night, or in the daytime when it was especially cold, The Wolf would stumble up to their front doors and throw himself against them, wailing at the top of his lungs. The Straw Pig often complained bitterly about having to rebuild his house when the wolf’s weight knocked it over.
  “That’s nothing,” The Stick Pig would reply, “Try having your house slowly fall apart because of all the sticks being gnawed to bits.”
  The Brick Pig would laugh condescendingly. “You do not know true pain,” He’d say, “Until you wake up one morning and find your house is stained with puddles of dog urine.”
  The three pigs liked to disc                :thumb332642596:  :thumb306291031:   :thumb328096235:      :thumb296415391:  :thumb331309812:        :thumb317543766:      :thumb328329347:  

Mature Content

    I am Mabel StewardI am Mabel Steward and I have a voice.
Don't think I'm fooled young man, your smile is thin and weak,
You don't really want to know me, you dont really want to speak,
To you I'm just a workload, inconvenience at most,
Here it comes the same each day, cold tea and curled up toast.
I heard them say I had a stroke and will never leave my bed,
They keep me mostly clean and dry, three times a day im fed.
My world is so much smaller, my days in here are years,
A withered shadow of the past, but still I've hopes and fears.
And wandering down the hallway comes Stan from 42,
Unclothed and swearing blindly, "where the bloody hell's the loo?"
And my roommate Edith Stimson, she shouts all day long,
Worried for her children that have long grown up and gone.
"Teacher, teacher help me!", a constant call from number 10,
Freddie, still cant find his wife, "She's out with other men!".
George and Alice fight again; convinced he's got her purse,
And as for poor old Gerald, could he be looking worse?
The m   OmegaThere is a wolf lurking in my doorway;
our eyes holding breathless conversations
as secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers.
…Soon young pup, you'll have nothing left to say.
My heart is woven together with tight-knit words,
blood red Poe, and thumping Hemingway-
Yet, no headstrong Omega sleeps
within this slightly cracked, ribcage embrace.
"I am unafraid of forests with teeth."   :thumb313020818:    :thumb310640859:  :thumb310354480:  

Mature Content

  Fallen AngelBeauty
    iridescence
   an other worldly light
engulfing my spirit.
Pure joy
     love
   belonging.
This is who I am.
    I am light.
         I am pure.
...
Fading.
The beauty is fading.
    Iridescence is etiolating.
The light
   vanishing.
My spirit is dark,
       tarnished.
...
I am falling.
Through all that once was!
Cascading,
    collapsing.
The beauty
   is being dragged
         from my soul!
My very being
     breaking down
         dissolving
   into nothing.
...
I am nothing.
    My innocence
   is stolen.
I am
...
fallen.   My Morning CoffeeMy Morning Coffee
"Urgggh, this is too early in the morning. Its uncivilised to be up at this hour" muttered Jessica as she climbed off the train at London Limehouse station. Her husband put down the bag he was dragging and rubbed her back sympathetically. "I know sweetie" he said. "But this was the only train we could get that gets us here in time for the flight".
"I know Neil, but why the bloody hell couldn't this airline fly from a proper airport, not London City."
"Eh, no idea. Come on, we've still got an hour before we have to check in. Lets get ourselves a drink before we head to the airport."
"Where should we go?"
"I don't know" murmured Neil, looking around. Spotting a grey faced, grey suited man staggering along behind them, he tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, is there a café around here at all?"
"Urhhhh" moaned the man, shambling past them.
"How rude" said Neil, annoyed. He asked another grey faced woman, who muttered something about coffee and slouched off after     :thumb295523470:      :thumb301445875:  


I KNOW THEY'RE OLD, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST:

If I Were a PoetIf I were a poet I'd spin you a line
An embroidery of words etched in silvery twine
A tapestry woven of rhythm and rhyme
And stitch it all up with each tittle and jot
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet I'd cook you a stew
A lyrical soup, a most nourishing brew
With couplets for gravy and iamb for my rue
And boil it in a pentameter pot
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet we'd take to the seas
With paragraph sails and a literate breeze
And sail on our starship to far galaxies
We'd keep captain's logs of the treasures we sought
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.
If I were a poet I'd write you a page
Full of musical wisdom so rhyming and sage
A verse to let open the door to your cage
And give you the taste of the freedoms you've sought
If I were a poet but a poet I'm not.  :thumb264090372:   The 12 Days of Dungeons and DragonsOn the 1st day of DND my DM gave to me, an elf monk with some good chi.
On the second day of DND my DM gave to me, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 3rd day of DND my DM gave to me, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.  
On the 4th day of DND my DM gave to me, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 5th day of DND my DM gave to me, 5 BE-HOLD-ERSSSS, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 6th day of DND my DM gave to me, 6 gnomes a-singing, 5 BE-HOLD-ERSSSS, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 7th day of DND my DM gave to me, 7 shocking lizards, 6 gnomes a-singing, 5 BE-HOLD-ERSSS, 4 bags of holding, 3 ruby gems, 2 dragon turtles and an elf monk with some good chi.
On the 8th day of DND my DM gave to me, 8 medusa heads, 7 shocking lizards, 6 gnomes a-singing, 5 BE-