So she who was a beggar Is a beggar now no more; Her past is gone, her love lives on In bliss forevermore. A bride she is, a queen she'll be At her beloved's side Upon the throne, and his alone She'll evermore abide. And thus our tale comes to a close (Though it lives ever on) And t hese words penned, and this song sung Fade from the stage anon. Yet as their echo fainter rings And silence fills your heart The Prince within His chamber waits; Oh, servant, play thy part. An illustrative piece for nobody in particular, but something I've been working on for a great deal longer than I care to remember. A work of photoshop CS, Waccom, a helluva lot of time and effort and more heartfelt emotion than a collection of pixels can tell you. I won't outdo this one for a great while...perhaps never, and I'm glad it's over. Enjoy...and comments most welcome.