"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
I don't know what the hell I was trying to do here, honestly. I started with an idea but ending with another one, as always!XD
well, it was a pain to do and even more a pain to scan: I had to put four pieces together, I hope I didn't mess up things too much... >__<
The Fly is already dead, I fear!XDDD
black pen on paper
io disegno tranvoni comunque, eh. non è che la cosa mi dispiaccia, anzi... ma solo per dirlo.