Dark winged gothic fairy brews glowing red potions

By @CaylaCatz · Nov 3, 2026

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The potion kept her young. Too bad the young woman's blood she used received her years in exchange. No one could prove anything, of course. As they say, dust to dust.

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Entry in the 🖤💀DARK ART💀🖤 theme.

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This eerie dark fantasy artwork shows a black-winged fae sorceress crafting smoking magical potions between a candlelit apothecary nook and an overgrown gothic castle courtyard. Deep crimson potion glows in a glass bowl, wispy purple smoke drifts from a perfume vial she holds, while a menacing doppelgänger form looms beside her. The mood is enchanted and unsettling, rendered in rich shadowy tones with scattered falling rose petals.

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@panos · Nov 3, 2026
Great image and story. It reminds me of the lyrics of a Doom Metal song, one of my all-time favorites. Iwill not put a link, since you don't hear that music - although it is avery good song. I will put the lyrics here ,though...: "A Sorcerer's Pledge" [Part I:] Time... Time stands still in these ancient halls Only the castle itself can tell what it keeps Dark are the secrets between these walls Hidden in shadows of death, while the sorcerer sleeps Where is the morning, where is the sun Thousand years of midnight, the sunrise is gone An old man marked by a life so long is Sleeping so sweet while his magic is growing so strong Waiting still for new times to come A thousands years to see if he has won Where is the morning, where is the sun A thousand years of midnight, the sunrise is gone What has he done? Why is he sleeping so long? He wants to live for evermore Soon is he young n will he open his eyes? When he is strong enough to rule.......
@panos · Nov 3, 2026
2) Back in the time goes the legend of a sorcerer so old He drank the blood of the virgin to be reborn "Soon a tyrant will conquer" So spoke the wise Of the day when the sorcerer will rise ...rise Blood is his wine The sorcerer is cheating time And he'll be stronger than before Cursed be the sun The women will weep for his fun In the name of his magic so strong Back in the time goes the legend Of a sorcerer so old He drank the blood of a virgin to be reborn "Soon a tyrant will conquer" So spoke the wise Of the day when the sorcerer will rise ... Rise [Part II:] A thousand years have gone Armageddon hasn't come Only the cry of a child echoes in the dark Backward goes time As the stars are passing by And nothing remains of this foolish man except his fate