Black TrumpetsThe black trumpets play jazz in between the death of a girl in Chicago, and the death of a boy in Paris.More Like This
The lights of the cities they called home were the only creatures that saw them pass.
The boy died of forgetfulness to breath in the cold, and the girl died of a drunken car.
Inside both of them there once lay galaxies of purely everything. Those galaxies still exist, but they're not in either of the children's bodies anymore.
Now they're stored in pockets of the sky, being saved for the day humanity learns the ways of making rotten skeletons come to life again.
The black trumpets play jazz in between the death of a nation of liars and lovers, and the death of a war in which no side won.
The families of the fallen nation survived, they were swallowed in a fire that never touches skin.
The armies of the war didn't win because the soldiers can never die, and that's sad.
They'll walk for eternity, and suffer things they shouldn't.
The black trumpets play Jazz in between time and
The Wind Rises Contest WinnersMore Like This
In the Wind Rises Tribute Contest, we asked you to celebrate the art of Hayao Miyazaki by creating a very special Tribute to the art of "The Wind Rises." Each of the three winning entries picked by deviantART staff were featured on the deviantART homepage in a billboard that linked directly to the winner's deviantART profile. In addition, each winner will receive a framed print of his or her work and $1,000 USD! Thank you to everyone who participated in paying tribute to Miyazaki's last film!