Tyger

When the stars threw down their spears,
and watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
in the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Pencil, Watercolors and Micron Pen, about an hour of work.