A Black And White Drawing Of Two Monsters And A Demon Art

a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a demon holding a hammer
a black and white drawing of a demon attacking a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon holding an axe
a black and white drawing of a demon
a black and white drawing of a demon holding a sword
a black and white drawing of a monster
a black and white drawing of a monster
a black and white drawing of a monster holding a chain
a black and white drawing of a monster
a black and white drawing of a monster attacking a man
a black and white drawing of a monster
a black and white drawing of a monster on a surfboard
a black and white drawing of a monster
a black and white drawing of a monster attacking a man
a drawing of a female demon with a staff
a black and white drawing of two men fighting
a black and white drawing of a man and a dog
a black and white drawing of a man and a wolf
a black and white drawing of a man and a woman
a black and white drawing of a man and a woman
The monster (Mt. San Gorgonio) rises in the North, all hoary-frost above behemoth shoulders. Snake-like clouds adorning her, I crane my neck, Gaze fixed past the big white house toward uplifted boulders. And at the South, like his namesake martyr, Hyacinth (Mt. San Jacinto) has lost his head in cloud. Burned bones against a blue backdrop he wears that legacy proud. Between the two, another sunrise gleams and beams of brilliant, white-hot day flash forth: Accentuate Sonora’s west extremes, and last night’s moon forgot to go away.