I love this orange creation, so many shades, one of my favorite colors.

John, I know little or nothing about Stargate to provide your submission with accurate and well-informed commentary.
So I can't judge whether the poems and music-links are appropriate.
That's why I only admire your beautiful render and listen to the fine music you've selected.

Naquadah is beyond my understanding but having read your link I am convinced this is what it must look like :) I am now listening to Havasi's works on Spotify - marvelous !

Instantly faved !Go to the head of the class on this one! A+A+A+ I enjoyed the music also. Very well done John! Simply beautiful!. tigs=^..^=

The colors, shapes and lighting in this one brings me to an obvious observation...

"Halloween's Headless Horseman"

One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside
Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal
One "Headless Horseman" in Sleepy Hollow
'Twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow
Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized
(At this point my father's eyes looked wild)
Thundering behind him through the forest
The hooves of a horse and a rider headless
Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod)
Not just we children but our mother too
Gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued
High winds cut off our electrical power
As in our kitchen three children cowered
Orange light from the pumpkin's evil eyes
Showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized
The youngest, I felt something run through my hair
I screamed aloud in horror and despair
The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor
Darkness as I ran through the kitchen door
Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, "Trick or treat"
So if you think I am a drama queen
Please realize that it's all in my genes

Oorrrrr...


"On Halloween Night"

I hear the October winds whispering and I think it knows,
as the witching hour arrives and a harvest moon glows,
only once a year, do we celebrate death on Halloween night,
it is a time for remembrance, and not a time for fright.

As dead leaves come to life, once more, somehow they know,
on the twisted claw-like branches, I see the excitement grow,
black bats take their flight and wise owls call out to you,
it seems strange, but I imagine that they all know, too.

I ask you now, my dearly departed ancestors, to arise,
come and dance with me, there is no need for disguise,
on this one dark, Halloween night, it is the only time,
when we can feel truly alive and so morbidly sublime.

Let me wipe away the ancient moss from your tombstone,
come forth with dust and decay, your shroud and bone,
feel the warm glow from this carved out jack o' lantern,
and watch his lit, grinning soul, may it flicker and burn.

You must still remember the candy corn's sweet flavor,
and those crisp apples, with juicy bite after bite to savor,
it is only on this night when we can taste this rare treat,
and it is only on this Halloween night when we can meet.

Tonight will not be your usual haunting among the graves,
or beneath the dead willow tree, weeping, shackled like slaves,
you are free to wander, to celebrate, and honor our past,
until the morning sun rises, on this Eve that will not last.

So come with me now and our spirits will live once more,
as we roam down our old streets, and visit door to door,
let us go, and lead them all in our mysterious nighttime parade,
where we can finally be ourselves, no need for a masquerade.

-nik

An inspiring and magnificent work of art ... and the accompanying quotes are remarkable. Your art skills are magnificent.