an icy wind swept down from the heights, cutting the fog into shreds. for an instant, with an evil leer the sun peered through the bare woods of vincennes, sank like a blood-clot in the battery smoke, lower, lower, into the blood soaked plain.

"portrait of a red poppy queen with a crown of poppies swept back black hair, regal, green eyes, windy,sharp focus, award - winning, trending on artstation, masterpiece, highly detailed, intricate"