Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright

 While I was walking through the craftstore yesterday I picked up another piece of wood to decorate, and what do you know here I am crafting again. I decided this time to use an engraving tool which burns into the wood; the fire and the embers reminded me of a poem by William Blake I once had to memorize for AP Lit. It goes,

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

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
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

My "Tyger" !

The burning stage

The Sketch