Postcard 3: I am an iceberg (Part 2)

Here's the finished article. Really like Death in this one. More your traditional reaper.

The verse for this one goes like this:

The cold force of my fingers rest

Upon your head and arms and chest.

And push you further into deep,

resounding, chilled, forever sleep.

Click here to find the music that inspired this.

Here's a picture of some of the proofs for this one. It was quite late in the process that the broken ice appeared. I was thinking Caspar David Friedrich.

And finally another twelve printed off.