No Longer Mourn

"No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
But let your love even with my life decay:
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone."
~ Sonnet 71, William Shakespeare

My entry for #Digital-Art-Fantasy's Lover's Revenge Contest

Model: [link]
BG: [link]
Brushes: [link]
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Cathedral: [link]