Flower in the hair

Start of sketching. A4, paper 110 density.
Drawing without prior pencil sketching.

Some poetry translation:

Fear not the judgment or the words
Of empty people, cruel and unkind.
I will protect you with my sword
Where light and shadows are entwined.

Hold tight my palm, just like your own,
And like a blade through the world's core,
We'll slide past darkness, all alone,
To reach the dream we're wishing for.

Fear not the cold, fear not the schemes,
Let earth enfold the ghosts to rest.
Fear not the pain, fear not the dreams ...
Fear not ... for you are me, possessed.

AK 2017