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I took part in 100ThemesChallenge
in DeviantArt (:
They give you 100 words & you have to
draw a pic which shows that word's meaning somehow..

So, I ended up drawing this (: It pictures
Tristan's & Isolde's love for each other;
love, that never dies, even tho they are perished!

I got inspired by the legend, which says that
when they died, a rose tree grew on
Isolde's grave and a vine on Tristan's..

This is the second word; Love (:
I started to think different kind of things,
that would "show the love", so to speak..
I didn't come up with anything..

..Until I watched Tristan + Isolde..
Then the thought striked me; I would
draw something that pictures their
undying love for each other; what would be more Love than their story..?

..and the vine entvined itself around the
tree. And even tho they cutted it, it
always grew back, showing their love :> <3

Surely Romeo & Juliet is an epic love story
too, but it's so used idea, that I didn't get
any inspiration out of it : P

Alas, Isolde came too late,
She heard his final breath.
Her grief, it was too much to bear,
Her broken heart brought death.

~The Ballad Of Tristan And Isolde~
By; Rose G.

The royal ship sailed ever onwards:
Across the ocean wide.
Sir Tristan brought the fair Isold’
To be his uncle’s bride.

Isolde knew no peace of mind,
No joy by night or day,
Until she found a magic dr

She called Sir Tristan to her side,
And bade him share it now.
Their hidden passion now revealed,
They swore this loving vow.

"A love surpassing life and death,
A love that’s deep and true :
A love beyond all other loves,
I give my love to you."

The cup they drained so carelessly,
Forever sealed their fate.
If only they stopped to think,
But now it was too late.

That ship it came to Cornwall’s shore,
The lovers had to part.
To Mark, Is

King Mark, he went a hunting
The lovers met that night.
The King, he came home early.
And saw their sweet delight.

Sir Tristan, he was banished,
Isolde’s pleas were vain.
The lovers must forever part
To live a life of pain !

Sir Tristan fought in battle,
His wounds ,they would not mend:
The fair Isolde was summoned
Her injured love to tend.

Stories come and stories go,
As time forever flies,
This tragic tale forever lives,
Of love that never dies.