The Sphinx // The Moon is a Machine
yeaahhhh i don’t have a name and a developed design for her yet. Tentatively called the “Sphinx”. Also have an exerpt from Oscar Wilde’s poem ‘The Sphinx’ that I really like now for some reason.
In a dim corner of my room for longer than
my fancy thinks
A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me
through the shifting gloom.
Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she
does not stir
For silver moons are naught to her and naught
to her the suns that reel.
Red follows grey across the air, the waves of
moonlight ebb and flow
But with the Dawn she does not go and in the
night-time she is there.
Dawn follows Dawn and Nights grow old and
all the while this curious cat
Lies couching on the Chinese mat with eyes of
satin rimmed with gold.
… I love my ocs.