Brotherly love colo

OOOHKAY... another colo I did for
... here are the outlines [link]

I am not to be made responsable for the eyelashes of dooom...

Ohkay... I just love the writer and his bro Randy... Andi and Randy... ^^
(Note: The Ghostwriter is not really named Andy... nor Andrew... it's a non-canon name from an RPG... and is the short form of Samandiriel... though Randall at that time is still called Malek... ah well... confusion... never mind )...

The Poem in the background is:


To My Brother by John Keats

Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
And while for rhymes I search around the poles,
Your eyes are fixed, as in poetic sleep,
Upon the lore so voluble and deep,
That aye at fall of night our care condoles.
This is your birthday, Randy, and I rejoice
That thus it passes smoothly, quietly:
Many such eves of gently whispering noise
May we together pass, and calmly try
What are this world's true joys,—ere the great Voice
From its fair face shall bid our spirits fly.


I just changed "Tom" into Randy

John Keats was a writer who lived from 1795 to 1821 ... which is about the time our rpg-Ghostwriter lived (well from 21.04.1804 to 24.12.1836 but oh well... yeah ladies he's single, he's a Wood Rat and born in the night between Aries and Taurus... isn't he great!? )... *cough*