Old Man Digging Grave in Rainy Graveyard

Somber Reflections in a Rainy Graveyard

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Henrik Har...
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  Somber Reflections in a Rainy Graveyard
  
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  Size: 2560 X 1440 (3.69 MP)
  
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  Prompt: There's a little churchyard just along the way It used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home Ah-choo, excuse me Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket God, it's pouring down Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Stand- Ah-choo Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh, so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes my friend And this one here's for you Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain
  
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Prompt: There's a little churchyard just along the way It used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home Ah-choo, excuse me Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket God, it's pouring down Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Stand- Ah-choo Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh, so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes my friend And this one here's for you Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain

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quilling Gustave Doré goth Magical realism David Bowie Kat Von D Mike Dringenberg

Prompt

There's a little churchyard just along the way It used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home Ah-choo, excuse me Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket God, it's pouring down Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Stand- Ah-choo Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh, so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes my friend And this one here's for you Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain

More about Somber Reflections in a Rainy Graveyard

A dark, moody, top-down-view comic book style illustration shows a somber scene in a graveyard on a rainy day. An old, graying man wearing a torn, weathered suit and smoking a cigarette is digging a grave with a shovel, looking down into the freshly dug hole with a somber expression. Next to the hole, a white gravestone reads "Mary-Ann, 10". Behind this gravestone, a shadowy figure in a long coat stands over a grave, barely visible in the dark. The background features more gravestones, a large church with arched windows and spires, and partially destroyed buildings in the distance, conveying a sense of ruin and decay. Rain lashes down, creating puddles on the ground. To the left, a broken gravestone with a cross on top reads " Mary-Anne, age 10".Gustive Pèr, Kat Von D." A golden locket with a lock of wavy hair inside and a wreath of dried leaves and flowers rests at the base of this gravestone. Inspired by David Bowie's early music.