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cold nights // part twenty

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 6.1k (YIKES)

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: guyssss guys guys guys omg :,) also s2 only has two parts left!!

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The air is brisk as it surrounds you in the night, chilling you down to the bone, but with a book in your lap and a blanket draped over your shoulders, you don't mind the cold. Not one bit.

You're reading the same page over and over again- Romeo and Juliet. Act two, scene two. Your monologue. You flip the page, and that's all there is.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.'

You whisper this, smiling softly to yourself. The grass tickles the undersides of your arms and when you look up, you see the stars. Thousands and thousands of them- more than you could count if you were given a pen and paper and a month to try. It's beautiful.

You lay back into the wild grass, letting it consume you. You can smell it as the long blades brush across your cheeks.

"Y/N?" You freeze at the sound of your name, not that you are really moving. You just hold tight onto the air in your lungs, as if exhaling it could light a beacon to you. Your heartbeat was thrumming in your chest- you were afraid.

"Y/N?" The voice comes again. Coriolanus. He shouldn't be here, he doesn't know where you go at night when you need to end your unfortunate days. Why is he here?

You don't move, eyes wide open as you stare at the sky. Maybe he'll go away, maybe he'll ignore the lantern still burning close enough that you could read under its flame. As if.

"Y/N, you have to go." Now you can hear the grass rustling with every slow step he takes, and he's trying to be quiet. Whispering, as if there was anyone here for miles.

"Go, hide. It's not safe for you out here."

You sit up quickly, scrambling onto your feet. He's close enough now that he's certainly seen you. You get no chance to say anything before you realize you weren't in the field you thought you were. Grass covers the ground of the Capitol arena, and alongside the long green leaves, Coryo's scarf is draping down your side, brushing your legs.

"Coryo?" You say, but you're not looking at him. The compact weighs heavily in the pocket of your dress as you spin around, taking in the dark space. Your lantern flickers out.

"Y/N." He says again, and your eyes snap back to him. His hair is short, buzzed almost down to his scalp like the last time you saw him. "Hide. Now."

"But, I-"

It was too late, and quickened footsteps alerted you to someone else coming.

"Come on, come on!" Coryo grabs you by the wrist quickly, pulling you with him toward the exit glowing red in the night as you abandon your book and blanket.

His hand shifts to hold yours, attempting to force you ahead of himself. You want to look back, but he won't let you. The exit feels miles away. You can't take leave- you don't know why you're running with him. You'll be killed. You'll be killed either way.

You fall through the turnstiles, the mocking automatic voice from the speakers going ignored as you hit the ground. You don't know what you fell onto, you look and there's nothing there, but blood begins to pour from three linear wounds in your leg and a gash on your upper arm.

"Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?" Coryo is in your face now, kneeling in front of you and trying to get you up.

You can't speak, looking past him at the faceless shadow following you. Pushing yourself back against the wall, they glide through the gate and Coryo turns quickly, hands raised. "Wait! Don't! He shouts, but has to duck as they swing something at them.

"Y/N- Run!" He yells at you, but you can't move. You curl up against the wall, burying your face in your knees.

You hear the sharp swing of metal in the air. Once, twice, and you're waiting for an impact that doesn't come until you hear Coryo cry out in pain instead.

You feel the grind of cement next to you as something is lifted from the ground.

"I don't want to hurt you!"

Another swing.

And then a cracking noise, and the turnstile again.

"Enjoy the show!"

You look up then, watching just as the shadow hits the ground across the gate.

"Coryo?" You push yourself up using the wall. He doesn't look back at you, but you can see his shoulders rise and fall with his breaths as he stares at the shadow now sprawled out across the ground.

He swings the club again, the cement block disappearing into the grass with a hard thud.

You don't run.

"Coryo, let's go. Please... let's just go." Your voice comes out small, but he still hears you.

He turns, and you aren't afraid. "Y/N-" He drops the weapon and you take an involuntary step back. You look into his eyes, cleared of the blonde curls he recently buzzed off.

Sky blue. Angry. No- baby blue. Worried.

He's afraid.

"Y/N, wait." He pleads with you, hands clear as he takes a step closer. This time, you let him. "Please don't walk away again."

"What did you say?" You ask, brow furrowed at the familiar statement as you take another step back.

"Please, don't run from me."

When you wake, you feel different. You feel your blood pumping quick through your veins as you stare at the ceiling, the sun peaking in through the curtains like usual, but you feel more sick than scared.

It's a welcome change.

Crawling out of bed, you pull a dress on over your pyjama shorts, deciding that would likely be fine since you didn't plan on leaving the house today. Maybe to go out to the meadow, but with sleep still blurring your vision you weren't ready to make any big decisions like that yet.

You felt guilty about ruining the lake day for everyone. It wasn't a bad panic attack, they did have to jump into action the way they did and try to rush you home, but they had. You can't be upset at them, Lennox and Lucy Gray only wanted to protect you.

You wish Maude Ivory hadn't seen you cry.

The hike back is all you can think about while you make your morning tea.

You watched as Sejanus grabbed Coryo by the arm, pulling him back up and into the cabin and shutting the door behind them.

No one bothered to get you dressed again, the priority just being to get you home. Lucy Gray had helped you get your shoes back on, and Lennox practically lifted you to your feet. You were still shaking, but the tears had lessened and you could breathe again.

"Tam Amber, will you go ask the boys if they remember the way back?" Lucy Gray whispered to her cousin and he nodded, running off the dock.

"You're safe. It's just us here." She reminded you as you watched him hurry away.

"But... But Coryo-" You stammered, suddenly shivering.

"I know, I know, Hun." She wrapped the blanket back around your shoulders. "He's gone. You're okay."

"No, no I-"

You heard Tam Ambers footfalls returning, just as hastily as he had gone. "They remember." He nodded to your friend.

"Okay, will you tell them to wait twenty minutes before following us?" She told him and he nodded again, disappearing once more.

"Lucy Gray, it's, it's okay. I don't think they need to wait." You tried to explain, and she had to lean in to listen to you.

"I know, it's okay." Clearly, she didn't know what you were trying to say. "I promise you they can handle themselves, you don't worry about it." But you weren't worried about them. You wanted them to come.

"E-Every one can master a grief but he that has it." You huff through shaky breaths, frustration at their lack of understanding building in your tone. Why couldn't they see that he was helping you?

Lennox and Lucy Gray look at each other on either side of you, but say nothing.

You looked back at the cabin over your shoulder as your brother and best friend guided you away, the rest of the Covey in tow.

You hadn't seen either of the Capitol boys since.

Coryo walks into Sejanus's room, expecting him to still be sleeping. It's early, the sun just peaking over the mountains, but he's not there. He was out late the night before, so maybe he hadn't come home. He did mention something about possibly staying with Lucy Gray after her show.

They would only be in town for another couple of weeks, he was getting down to the wire of time he had to earn your trust back. He was fucking it up royally, and he wasn't even sure he could go home without any conclusions. He just needed to talk to you, if it was him who was hurting you, and you said the best thing he could do was leave and never look back, he would do it in a heartbeat. He'd never recover, but he'd be willing to do anything to know you were happy. Or at least getting there.

But you hadn't said that. Remembering your conversation at the lake, he didn't feel like all hope was lost. Even if Lucy Gray and Lennox wouldn't let him anywhere near you. He couldn't give up yet.

This is why, in all honesty, he is lucky that Sejanus didn't make it home last night.

He saw his friend writing in a notebook the other day, so he opened the bedside drawer to try and find it. He'll just leave a note saying he's going for a walk, and Sejanus likely won't suspect he's going to go try and talk to you and come stop him. If he even wakes up from his hangover with enough time to find the note and then catch him.

When Coryo opens the drawer, that's not what he finds. Well, it is, and he pulls the pad of paper and pencil out, but his eyes catch on something else. Cash. And lots of it.

He looks over his shoulder at the door before picking it up and picking through it. It must have been in the tens of thousands. Why would Sejanus bring so much money to District Twelve of all places? He wishes he could understand rich kids.

He sits on the bed and opens the notebook, pausing again when he sees some scribbled notes.

'Hob, 10 pm, 08/17

Broken fence, storage shed. 4 am, 08/18

Lennox ?'

Brow furrowed in confusion, Coryo turns the page. Nothing else. No other context clues as to what on earth this could mean. It was meeting places and times. He looks around again as if he could find answers in the walls of the small bedroom.

Nothing.

He quickly shoves the notepad back into the drawer and leaves. Maybe he didn't need to leave a note after all.

Coryo had to move quickly. Collecting yet another peace offering, some kind of treat, and then make it to your house before Sejanus or Lucy Gray can intercept. He does it, but there was still the biggest obstacle yet- your brother. He prays as he knocks that Lennox doesn't open the door.

When there's a knock on the door, you leap from your bench on the back porch, quietly slipping back in the door. You were home alone, only for a few hours while your mom handled some business in town and Lennox went to hang out with some friends. Your mother didn't want to let you, she wanted you to come, but you insisted. You were an adult, you could be home alone for a few hours.

Who on earth would knock on the door right in that window of time?

Sneaking into your parents' bedroom, you peek out of the curtains to try and look at the front door.

No. This is ridiculous.

You force yourself to straighten up, smoothing the front of your dress and taking a deep breath. You're home. You're safe. No one at the door is here to hurt you.

You pace up to the front door just as another quick three knocks ring out. Deep breath. You twist and pull the handle.

"Y/N." Coryo grins, relief washing over him like a wave that only lasts a moment. "Here, these are for you." He holds out a small bouquet of flowers before you get the chance to slam the door in his face.

You can't help the smile that pulls at your lips when you look down at the hand he extends to you.

Butterflies. The very same ones you felt the first time he gifted you a flower.

"Coryo, you don't have to bring me flowers every time you see me." You giggle, and he smiles. The relief is back.

"Well, I'd like to. You deserve nothing less."

You look up through your lashes at him, slightly shaking your head. Your smile doesn't slip as you examine his features, checking his eyes. As blue and clear as the lake you swam in last week. "Would you like to come in?" You offer, unsure of yourself up until the point the words leave your mouth.

"I would love to." Coryo smiles so wide you feel as though your own heart could burst. You're doubting yourself for ever being afraid of him, but as he passes you into the threshold of your home, you remember why. Deep breath.

"You came at a good time." You joke, closing the door behind him and stepping into the kitchen as it's laid out next to the front door.

"Oh?"

"Well, Lennox isn't here to push you down the front steps." You giggle. Maybe you shouldn't be telling him you're home alone. Your heart stops for a beat.

And then he laughs, and everything is okay again as you pull a vase down from atop the fridge, placing it in the sink to rinse off. "That is true." He agrees.

"But, I'll warn you, Tybs is here somewhere. He's always watching." You look at him over your shoulder as you place the flowers down and run the tap into the ceramic vase.

"Noted." Coryo chuckles, looking around his feet to see if the cat had come to say hello.

He watches you as you turn back around to focus on your task. Watching you wash dishes was a privilege he never even considered that he wanted, but now that he had it, he was more certain than ever that he could never let you go.

It was so good to see you have some peace.

"I brought some things for a picnic, I was hoping you could take me to the meadow you told me about. I'd really like to see it." He asks as you dry off the outside of the vase, proceeding to fill it with water.

"I was going to head out there myself, actually. That sounds perfect." He watches your hair move as you nod, popping the flowers into the vase and turning to show him. The smile on your face makes his heart melt. He didn't know that feeling was real.

"How do they look?" You ask, quickly adjusting some.

"Lovely." Coryo grins and your lips pull together, looking back down at the bouquet in your hands.

"Thank you, by the way. I realize I didn't say thank you." You say, carrying the vase out to the living room and he follows while you place it on the coffee table.

"You don't have to." He shakes his head. "To be honest, I didn't even expect you to accept them."

"Oh, would you like them back?" You ask, worried.

That's not what he meant, you were just too sweet. "No, I picked them for you."

"Would you tell me if you did want them back?" You ask, wiping your hands off from stray water on the front of your dress.

"Probably not." He admits with a smile that matches yours, shaking his head. "I suppose you'll just have to trust me."

"Here we are!" You grin, flipping out the quilt you brought from your room for the two of you to sit on.

Coryo looks around. It's a big open field, with trees and hills in the distance. He did imagine it would be beautiful at night like you said, but he never thought that during the day it would be as much of a sight. After years and years of coming to this exact spot, the grass is shorter here. Already conditioned to not grow where this family could come and sit during the days and nights of your childhood- you had built the perfect little spot to lay down a sheet.

You're already sitting down cross-legged on the hand-sewn material when he looks at you again. "Thoughts?" You ask, tipping your head up at him. "You look like you're thinkin'."

"Yeah, yeah. It's beautiful. This isn't what I pictured."

"No?" You ask as he sits down next to you, adjusting on the blanket and placing his bag on the corner.

"No. Nothing like this." He answers. "It's much bigger."

You giggle, looking around. "So you understand what I was missing, then."

"Yeah." He breathes the word out with a slight nod, but he's still staring at you even as he pulls everything out of his bag. Some cookies, and the book.

"So," You start with a smile, and he looks up at you. You look down at the book, your train of thought completely leaving you when you see it. "You brought it..." You mumble, reaching out to touch the cover.

He lifts it to hand it to you, but you quickly pull your hand away as if the book could bite. You look between him and the leather-bound book in his hand, cheeks flushing. "I-I don't, I'm sorry. I don't know why..." You laugh awkwardly, looking instead out to the woods that surround you.

Your trauma had consistently manifested in the strangest of ways. That book had done nothing to hurt you, you knew that, but it did remind you of the nights and days you spent reading it before the games when Coryo was locked away in the hospital. The memory almost makes you sick.

"Don't be." Coryo shakes his head at you. "I get it." He puts it down on the other side of himself, just out of your view. "I just... I know you usually read out here. So I wanted to bring a book too. It's the only one I have here."

You smile nervously and nod. "I'm glad you like it." You look over your shoulder when you hear a soft 'meow' from within the grass. "Someone followed us."

You let out a soft gasp, smiling as your cat emerges from the tall blades next to you. They were only about knee height to you, but they completely swallowed his small form. "Tybs!" You grin, opening your arms to him and he crawls straight into your lap. "Good King of Cats, there you are." You scoop him up, kissing him on his fluffy head.

"Y/N," Coryo says, drawing your attention again. You hum, face still pressed into Tybalt's fur as you hug him. "I... I was hoping we could talk about some things, if you feel safe enough. I know with just me it's scary but there's some things I really need to tell you before I have to leave and no one will let me talk to you, so now feels like my only chance."

"Okay." You nod, lowering Tybs down onto your lap again, holding him close. "But... I just, I don't want you to have to deal with me if I... I don't know, panic. I can't promise you I won't, and it's embarrassing."

"That's okay." He assures you, scanning your face closely even as you avoid his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you, so if you can't talk about it it's totally okay. I can try my best to say what I need to say without scaring you."

"No, no I... There's stuff I have to say to you too." You confess to him. "I just, it is so frustrating to not be able to talk about anything without feeling like... I can't communicate what I need to say. Or like I'm dying."

Coryo nods, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I'll be as patient as you need me to be." He promises. "I can't imagine what that's like for you." He adds, almost whispering. You have always expressed yourself so eloquently through words, and in a way, the games, he has taken that from you.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, focussing on petting your cat. You can feel the vibrations of his purring against your body, and that helps already.

"It's hard." You admit quietly. "I still sometimes feel like no one wants to listen to me when I can talk about what happened. It's always the same thing." You shake your head, letting out a slight laugh. "Do you know how many times I've heard 'You're safe now'? Or 'you're home now. It's okay'? Because it's a lot. And I know that. I know they're just trying to help, but... It's more complicated than that."

"There's no guidebook on living with this stuff." Coryo agrees. "That's what your father told me."

"He's right." You mumble. "No one knows what to do, Twelve has never had a Victor before. I'm lucky number one, and it feels like nobody sees me as human anymore. Not even Lucy Gray. Not even my family."

"I do."

You smile sadly at him. "Coryo, I..." You sigh, shaking your head and grounding yourself in feeling Tybalt rub his head against your palm, begging to be pet. "Is this real?"

He furrows his brow slightly with confusion.

"I mean, I don't-" You sigh. "I feel like I am being so daft but Sejanus says he thought you actually cared about me but that was back in the Capitol so I just need you to be honest with me."

"Y/N..." He shakes his head at you, fully in disbelief. "I have never lied to you. I don't think I could even if I wanted to."

"No, not- not like that." You sigh, shaking your head. "I mean, the way you acted. The things you did- I feel like I don't know who you really are."

"You know me. Better than anyone." He assures you, voice soft with sincerity. He doesn't want to be offended, but he'd still like to understand.

"You said... you said you wanted to start over." You say after a moment, looking into his eyes and loosening your grip on your cat as he adjusts the way he's laying over your bare legs. "So... can we?"

Coryo smiles, giving you a quick nod. "My name is Coriolanus Snow." He starts, and he can see how closely you're watching him, a small smile growing on your lips. That's not exactly what you meant, and he knew it. "But you can call me Coryo. That's what my friends call me."

How could he miss the apples of your cheeks turning slightly pink under the sun?

"I was born and raised in the Capitol, and I'm an orphan. My mother died in childbirth, and my sister didn't make it. My father died here, in Twelve. I live with my cousin, Tigris, and our Grandma'am, and my whole life I have been starving." He admits, swallowing as he monitors your reaction closely. Sadness. Empathy. "One time, during the war, I even ate a jar of paste just to stop the pain in my stomach." He smiles as he says it, it's meant to be funny- to try and keep you with him as he speaks.

He raises an eyebrow at you as you can't help but giggle. "I'm sorry, that must have been awful."

"It was certainly... pasty." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "But then, the moment I first laid eyes on you and was told you would be my tribute, I knew that everything was going to change."

You think back to the reaping, and how he must have watched. One of many memories that haunted you now doesn't seem all that scary, knowing he was with you even then.

"I was angry, I knew Highbottom was trying to sabotage me- to give me no chance at winning the prize but I didn't know that the universe was just bringing me to you."

"Coriolanus." You grin, tilting your head at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you again."

"Did you know that I was named after a play?" He asks, a teasing smile pulling at his lips knowing that the only reason he knew that was because of you.

"Oh? What's it about?" You humour him, and he chuckles shaking his head at you.

"Well, it's a long story, really, but it's about a man in ancient Rome who gets put in a position of power, and makes some pretty big mistakes." He quotes as much of what he can remember you telling him. "Then the people of the city hated him, and he was cast out because he betrayed people who trusted him."

You don't say anything, hanging on every word of his interpretation.

"And sometimes I feel like it's a fitting name." He continues, voice lowering with seriousness now. "But I don't think I am like him, because I regretted my mistakes the moment I made them. And I think that if he was more like me, and had someone who made him want to be a good man, his story wouldn't have ended too tragically."

You feel the telltale burn of tears brimming your eyes, and Coryo watches you closely. Your breathing is steady, the ghost of a smile still on your lips.

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, reaching up to push your hair from where a piece is beginning to fall into your eyes. He's careful not to move too quickly, or even to touch your skin.

You nod, briefly drawing your lip in between your teeth while you think. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Coryo smiles, almost in disbelief. "You forgive me, then?"

"I'm a Victor." You state, although your whisper sucks almost all the confidence out of your voice as you focus on Tybalt purring against your lap. "If I expect forgiveness in return I need to give it, don't I?"

"You don't need forgiveness from anyone." He insists, smile fading. "You didn't do a single thing wrong."

"I think I did." You admit, lip beginning to wobble as you try and remember, looking down at your cat and stroking his back almost obsessively. "I should have gone back for Wovey, I should have stayed with Jessup, and... and I think I killed those boys, Coryo. I haven't told a soul and it's been killing me."

When you look back up at the boy next to you, his heart breaks. You hadn't done anything wrong; you even tried your best to be a pacifist when thrown into the Hunger Games, of all things, and still, you found things to blame yourself for. "Do you remember what I told you?" He asks, very slowly and carefully reaching out to swipe away a tear from your cheek. "That we all do things we aren't proud of to survive. That doesn't make you a wicked person."

"Is it true?" You ask, resisting your gut and it wanting you to lean into his touch. "That... that I killed them?"

"No." He answers. "I did. I gave you the compact."

"But I used it."

"You had no choice." He reminds you. "That was my fault, and I'll take the blame for it but I won't lie and tell you that I regret it."

You take a sharp breath in. His eyes. Look at his eyes.

"I did it to save you, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. I couldn't live with myself if I let you die. You saved my life first, and you could have ran but you didn't." He wouldn't let you beat yourself up about something that was his fault. "You could have saved yourself, but you gave up that chance for me. I couldn't let you die. It would be such a waste for the world to lose a girl like you."

"Coryo... That's not right." You say, shaking your head. The way your face fell made him nervous. "You can't tell me you did it for me. That is not as noble as you feel like it is."

He felt stupid for telling you that, despite its truth. You wouldn't like it, he knew that. "I know, but I don't want to keep anything from you. I have to tell you why I did the things I did, I have to get you to trust me again. I'd speak every thought I'll ever have if that's what it takes."

You take a shaky breath. "What about when you killed Bobbin?" It took you a moment to even get the words to leave your mouth- and he waited all the while. Powder blue. Patient.

"I... okay." Coryo nods to himself. "I was scared, I didn't want to do it. Sejanus was injured, I remember realizing he couldn't walk. I tried to talk to the boy, but he wouldn't listen..." He trails off, not daring to break eye contact with you. "I felt... desperate. I was panicking, and then... powerful. That's the only way I can describe it. That I wasn't helpless anymore, the way I always had been."

His words are terrifying to you, but you can't look away as you tuck Tybalt closer to your chest. He's stopped purring, but he's breathing against you, craning into your touch. It's actively keeping you grounded through your fear.

"Then I looked at you," Coryo continues. "And I thought that I should have let him kill me instead, because maybe that would have hurt you less."

You swallow the anxiety sitting heavy and thick in the back of your throat. If it was you, you would have thought 'Yes. I should die before taking the life of another,' but since it was Coryo, your gut reaction was telling you to say no; to reassure him that he was only protecting himself and it was scary but he had done the right thing. The realization that he outweighed your own morals and the fact that as much as you wanted to say that, you weren't sure you would stick to it yourself now was a sick combination of things to grapple with all at once.

"Stop, please." You say quietly, feeling your heartbeat picking up just behind your ears. You don't even notice when you had looked away, but your eyes are shut tight.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop." Coryo quickly promises. "But I need you to look at me, okay? Can you do that?"

When you don't immediately respond, he takes the calculated risk of rubbing your back. It didn't scare you last time, it almost seemed to help for the brief moment you were able to look at him.

"I'm sorry." You say quickly, voice cracking.

"Don't be." He says softly, feeling how quickly you're breathing with the hand he has so delicately placed on your back.

It almost makes him cry, too, not knowing what to do to help. It was his fault, again, and this time there was no Lucy Gray or Lennox to come running. He looks around anyway as you cling to the cat in your lap. Tybalt. Quickly, he looks down to the book at his side.

"Oh sweet Juliet," He says, no better ideas surfacing on how to help you. He would make a fool out of himself if he must, but he had to try. "Thy beauty has made me effeminate, and in my temper softened... valor's steel." He tries to remember, and prays that he remembered it correctly.

Under his hand he feels you shake, and he tries to catch your eyes again. It takes him a moment to realize that you weren't crying harder- he hadn't made it all worse again. You were laughing.

He grins, chuckling slightly. "There she is, hey, hey... Look at me."

You turn your head, your smile already mostly gone by the time your eyes reach his.

"I don't remember it, can you refresh me?" He asks, trying to give you an adequate distraction.

"That... that scene? Uh-" Your mind is short-circuiting, running a million miles a minute to try and remember more details. What came before, what came after?

"Anything. Any part you want."

"Okay. Okay..." You nod, trying as best you can to take a deep breath. "Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night. Give me my Romeo, and, when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night..."

Just like at your interview, Coryo watches your anxiety begin to melt away as you recite every line. Something about it was so calming to you. It forced you to focus on something other than the tightness in your chest and the tremor of your hands.

"Atta girl..." Coryo nods, proud as he keeps rubbing your back. "Are you feeling a little better? Do you want some water?"

"I- I can get it." You nod quickly, reaching for the bag and digging for your water bottle, careful to not disturb the cat on your lap.

"I'm sorry." He says, withdrawing his hand so you can drink in peace. "I hate that the games have done this to you..."

You seal up the bottle again, wiping your lips on your wrist and shaking your head. "No one can come out of that unchanged, but... let's talk about something else, please."

"I just... I hope you know how much I truly care for you. That's real. That will always be real." Coryo promises, allowing you to put the bottle down before taking your hand.

His hands are slightly cold against the one of yours he is holding, and you attribute that to your no doubt increased blood pressure. There's nothing but pure, undiluted honesty in his eyes.

"I read your note." He continues, wanting to explain but you look away quickly, letting out a slight laugh. He's never seen your face so red.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said the things I did. It was foolish and I was feeling so confident knowing that that day very well may have been my last and-"

"It wasn't foolish." Coryo smiles slightly, moving so he can look in your eyes again. "It was sweet, and all this time I have been dying to tell you that I love you. I do." The confession has his heart pounding as if he were the one who is still coming down from a panic attack.

For the first time maybe in your whole life, you were speechless. It didn't feel like all the love stories you had read in books that made your heart flip the way it just had- it was more. It was your story, and no quote felt quite fitting to describe your own feelings. They were all yours.

"Is that... is that okay? I don't want to scare you but-" Coryo doesn't even get the chance to finish before your lips are against his.

You are kissing him. You're real, you're alive, and he is finally getting that second kiss that he never thought he would have. You were still his.

Your cat had long abandoned his post on your lap by the time Coryo processed this and moved his hands up to grasp your cheeks. He's as gentle as he possibly can be, he knows he's being somewhat irrational to imagine you just vanishing from his hold like you had consistently done in his dreams. This wasn't that; your lips against his, your unbelievably soft skin under his hands.

"I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest." You mumble against his lips, having finally found something close enough to express it.

This was real, you were there, and Coriolanus would never let you walk away again.

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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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Death is always around the corner

Riddle + Death!Reader

This Death is greatly inspired by the wolf death from Puss In Boots, and Jenny-Jinya kind death. (some headcanons for some of the characters) Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Let's set the Scene: Masterlist

Something was off about this Mirror ceremony, Crowley could feel it. But decided to shack it off and continue with the ceremony.

"Ah, my lovely Lord, The noble and beautiful flower of evil, You are the most beautiful, number one in this world. Follow thy heart and take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror. Flames that turn even stars into ashes, Ice that imprisons even time, Great tree that swallows even the sky, Don’t be afraid of the power of darkness, Come now, show your power. Mine, theirs, and yours, There’s only a little time left for us. Do not let go of that hand, at all costs," Crowley chanted as a green flame appeared in the mirror.

As the night continued, all the new students were neatly sorted into dorms. There was just one coffin left, and just as he was about to insert the key to unlock the coffin. The coffin began to thrash and shack, as puffs of blue fire spewed out from the creaks in the coffin. The headmaster quickly stepped away from the coffin when the lid suddenly blasts off its hinges in a blaze of fire.

From the coffin, a grey cat creature with blue fire ears skitted across the ground. The crowd of students stared in confusion till something caught their attention. An eerie whistle could be heard from the smoking coffin. Out from the smoke steeped a mysterious figure. A figure dressed in the school's ceremonial robes stepped out into the chamber. They stood unnaturally still as the hood of their robe completely obscured their face as they continued to eerily whistle.

"U-Um, excuse me young...Um... You could have waited a few seconds longer till I opened the gate. Anyways please present yourself to the dark mirror," Crowley stuttered as he hurried the stranger.

The mirror awakened to look at the figure, and only stared in... fear?

"Ugh, I can smell... a disgusting amount of blot," The figure spat.

💗Riddle Roseheart💗

Riddle didn't really know what to think of this strange student. He never got a good look at them at the ceremony. The only thing they could tell was that they were a wolf beastman of sorts.

And his only other source of info was word of mouth around the school. And hearing that they were a part of the chandelier incident. Riddle already doesn't like them.

luckily he had the fortune to see this mysterious. Upon seeing this student, they looked strange, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was cause of how they just stared unblinkingly at him. With an ominous smile on their face.

When Riddle tried to scold the first-year group for all the trouble they have caused. Yet the student who went by Y/n, simply smiled, unfazed by his words.

This greatly annoyed him and he pulled out his magic pen, but in a blink of an eye, Y/n swiped it out of his grasp. He stood in shock as Y/n chuckled and took a sip of their drink.

Freaked out, Riddle decided to just leave. Yet for a week he felt watched, and whistling followed him no matter where he went. And Y/n's silhouette is always just on the edge of his sight.

One late night, Riddle had to drop off small books at the library, when the whistle filled his ears.

"Are you stalking me?" Riddle glared, as he turned to see Y/n resting against a pillar.

"Just observing. It's been a long while since I got a good look at the Roseheart family. And it's a shame to see how far they have fallen," They growled.

"How Dare You! Off with-'' before riddle could even finish his spell. Y/n swiped the pen from the boy's hand. And then quickly pinned him to the wall.

Riddles's heart started to beat insanely fast as he stared into Y/n's blood-red irises.

"Listen very closely, your life is crashing toward a terrible end if you don't change your tune," Y/n growled softly into Riddle's ear.

Riddle shut his eyes tight waiting for the next attack, but nothing came. As he slowly opened his eyes, he gasped when he found himself in his room.

When morning came, riddle ran to the library to apologize for losing the books. To only learn that Y/n had returned them for him.

Assuming it must have just been a dream, he didn't take Y/n's warning seriously. As blot continued to accumulate. Unaware of Y/n watching from a window across the courtyard, as they polish their sythe, with sad eyes.

They watched as Ace fail to properly apologize to Riddle's liking, and quickly banished the 1st years from the dorm. Which lead to this conflict.

As Y/n stood before Riddle and his overblot as he rampaged across the garden. Reading their weapons, preparing to claim Riddle's life before the blot does.

Suddenly, Aduece, Grim, Cater, and Trey stepped forward wanting to save Riddle. Y/n smiled softly as they dashed toward the blot creature to Find Riddle's soul.

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As Riddle slowly came to his dream of memories, he found himself sitting at a party table floating in the darkness. In front of him was a book with his name as the title, and the silhouette of his profile was on the cover.

"Not a good start to life huh," said a voice, causing Riddle to gasp and look up at the source. at the other end of the table was Y/n, dressed in black silk robes. "Strict mother molding you, all the while claiming it is for your own good."

"S-she didn't want me to be a failure like father. He was lazy and couldn't handle the work of a doctor," Riddle said.

"Did your mother tell you that?" Y/n asked as Riddle nodded. '' Then you might want to read this.''

Y/n slid a tray over to Riddle, on it was a book that read Mira Rosehearts, his Mothers name. Riddle looked back to Y/n for an explanation. "Everything your mother had said, done, thought, felt, and heard is documented in this. I recommend reading pages 9131 to 9134."

Riddle quickly read through said pages but slammed it down in anger and disbelief. It read how Riddle's father began to outshine Mira, and when people started to praise him more than her. She divorced and made sure she had full custody of Her son. She vowed to mold him and make him the perfect Roseheart, to outshine everyone else, no matter the cost.

"That is not my mother! You're trying to trick me! Who do you think you are?!" Riddle growled as he stood up from his chair.

"I Have a Beginning, But No End, and I End All Things That Begin. Who Am I?” Y/n asked simply.

"What is this rubbish, the answer is... The answer is," Riddle said slowly as his eyes widened in horror.

"I am Death, straight up," Y/n said as their eyes glowed, causing the boy to fall back into his seat.

"S-so I'm dead?" Riddle asked slowly.

"No, you escape me this time. You are very lucky that some people came to your rescue. Or else you would have died here today," Y/n said as they flipped riddle's book all the way to the back. On the inside of the back cover was a "wanted" Poster.

In bold words on top was Wanted, with Riddle's face printed in the middle. And Dead or Alive is printed at the bottom.

" I would have had you sign, right here,” Y/n said as they tapped over the word Dead. Causing Riddle to gulp nervesly.

"But You attend our school, have I truly escaped you?"Riddle asked nervously.

"Just because I am Death, doesn't mean I enjoy everything it entails. I do not enjoy having to separate families and loved ones. It's just a job that needs to be done," Y/n explained. " And I came here to collect an arrogant little boy, who thinks himself as law and order incarnate. But I can't seem to find him anymore.

Riddle watched as Y/n collected the books and turned to leave, as a door of light appeared.

"You were given a second chance Riddle. Live your life your way for yourself, not how your mother wants you to," Death Y/n said as they stepped through the door.

Riddle finally came too, much to everyone's relief. When everything was set and done. Riddle apologized to everyone and promised to improve on his behavior.

Yet as the days went by, Riddle noticed that Y/n for the most part vanished. He would see them around every once and a while, even Ace, Deuce, and Grim don't seem to hang out with them much.

Grim already spilled the beans on Y/n's identity, and of course, most kept their distance. For who would want death hanging around them.

One day at the reunbirthday party. As All of Riddle's new and old friends gather around his table. Enjoying tea and baked goods, the young dorm leader noticed a lone figure at a table.

Y/n sat alone at one table at the very back of the party, even the tables next to them were empty. As everyone wasn't really comfortable being near them.

Riddle watched sadly as Y/n sat with no snacks, tea, or even company to enjoy. So with a wave of his pen, Riddle levitated a fresh teapot with cups and a large tray of baked goods. As he proceeded to pull out a chair himself at Y/n's table.

Much to everyone's surprise and slight fear. Even Y/n was surprised by Riddle, but they smiled softly as the two began to chat and enjoy the unbirthday party.

But sadly their job here at NRC isn't over yet.

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joelsgirl · 1 year

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Love Thy Neighbor Pt. 1

Muse: Joel Miller Word Count: 2k Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, grief, parental loss, fluff, No Use of Y/N A/N: Set pre-outbreak, maybe a year or two before. Ambiguous timeline. A Gift For: @dreamsofmandalore - A little SJ for you. Thank you for being you. Happy Birthday, darling. + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

The night should have been warm, beautiful, almost balmy. It was only the start of fall, things shouldn't have shifted so fast, yet no matter what you do, you can't seem to stop the chill, like it was deep in your bones, freezing you from the inside. Glancing around, you wonder if others can feel it too.

Everyone else seems to be fine, having a great time. The block party was being run by your best friend's mom. She and Lisa lived in the house down the end of your street. Her yard backed onto rolling hills, marking the edge of suburbia. This wasn't your scene, you weren't ever into parties, more of a homebody, really.

Even at college, you preferred late nights, the scent of dusty old books and the dim light of the libraries lamps. It's been six months since you graduated college, and it should have been the time of your life - out exploring the world, getting that high paying job you'd worked so hard for, living to the fullest, or whatever that means...

Losing your dad wasn't something on the cards. He was your best friend, the only family you had left... but fate was a cruel mistress. Moving back home after graduation was easy, sorting out the house and putting him to rest... was another thing entirely. Lisa had become your lifeline through it all... and though a season had passed, it wasn't any easier.

The din of the party was getting to you, the noise all too overwhelming. You were here for Lisa, wanting to enjoy the night as much as she was... but couldn't handle yet another concerned neighbor asking you how you were coping. Strolling down the back of her yard, your fingers trailing over the solid wooden posts of her fence until they reach the latch to the back gate. A quick check over your shoulder to make sure no one has noticed you before you slip out.

There's a small, narrow path that opens into a clearing. It takes you a minute to scan the canopy line before you find the treehouse your dad built for you and Lisa when you were kids. It's all so overgrown now but the steps to the ladder are still nailed into the large trunk. Testing the lowest one out with the toe of your ballet slippers, you climb up into the large space. He was a builder, a freelance contractor and this place had been your safe haven for so many years.

You hadn't visited in a while, but the interior was spotless. The walls painted a now faded burgundy, the window seat and sofa inside still clean and fresh. Lisa had mentioned coming by recently to tidy it up but she'd added some more knickknacks. This space had always felt like home, like a private solace, protecting you from the cruelty of the world below.

There was a desk against the far wall, a cupboard with books and a small coffee table in the center. Your dad had managed to hoist them up and set them inside. Climbing onto the soft cushion of the window seat, your back against the wall as you survey the clearing. Everything looks so small from this height, so insignificant.

The dark silhouette of another appears just below, so quiet you hadn't heard him coming... but you knew who it was, would recognize him anywhere. Your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him, idly wondering how he knew where to find you. "Hey..." His voice was low, sensual even from down there... at least to you. You bite back the grin wanting to take over as you nod to him, "Hey, yourself."

Joel had moved in to the house next door right around the time you graduated college. He had the stoic, single dad routine down pat; he was also kind, charming and seriously good looking. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but all he cared about was Sarah. His beautiful daughter, ten years old and sharp as a tack. She kept them both on their toes, that was for sure. Joel was a builder, just like her dad. Long hours and hard labour to provide the kind of like he thought she deserved. His brother Tommy would drop in on occasion, the genes ran in the family there... But Joel, he was something else.

"Mind if I come up?" You sit a little straighter, wishing there was a mirror nearby to check your reflection or something... "Sure!" He'd never been here before, but he knew about it. You told him when you were reminiscing about your dad shortly after... everything happened. Pulling yourself up from the window seat, you move to lift the latch, tugging open the trap door and helping him to pull himself up into the treehouse. "How'd you know I was here?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

"Was watching you." There was something in his eyes. So dark, chocolate had nothing on them. So deep as he drank in the sight of you. That concern dancing behind his gaze melted you, the warmth in his tone something new, something you'd started picking up on more and more of late. "Saw you slip out the back... No one else noticed." He was standing so close, you could see the gold flecks and caramel highlights in those eyes from the fading glow of the sun's rays. "Oh?" You were normally such a conversationalist, but there was something so intense about him, you were suddenly lost for words.

"Yeah, you looked like you could use a friend. Didn't want you alone out here." He paused for a moment, his words sinking in before he broke that connection, shifting his focus to the treehouse. There was a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as his hands slipped into his pockets, his leather jacket tightening around the thick muscle of his biceps. The black cotton shirt beneath it draped perfectly off the broad expanse of his chest, his black jeans almost faded. He walked around the room, eyeing off everything in the room before settling against the edge of the desk. "I see why you like it here so much."

There was something so surreal about having him here. He almost didn't belong. He towered over you, even like this. His body exuding nothing but strength and power as he filled the small space. Barely large enough for two little girls once upon a time, let alone him... The truth was, you'd been noticing the change in him because it mirrored the one in you. Thoughts of him always lingering in the back of your mind, afraid to look at them too closely.

"What are you really doing here?" Surprised he'd left the party, even though he hadn't brought Sarah with him this time. "I meant what I said; didn't want you alone out here." His voice was low, sweet like honey. It was one of your favorite things about him, the sound filling the space, tickling your skin as you bite back a smile. Your heart doing that thing it always does whenever he was involved; fritzing out as it fought to maintain some kind of regular rhythm.

You edge a little closer, half a step, then another. As if testing the waters. He knew it, too, a slight jerk of his head telling you to keep going until you were just within reach of him. A hand reaches out lazily, fingers hooking in the waistline of your mini skirt. Tugging you the rest of the way, until you were standing between his outstretch legs. Even though he's perched on the edge of the desk, he's still so much taller than you. His body so big, you wonder how it would feel to get lost in it. To have him wrap those arms around you and hold you until all your worries melt away. The rest of the world, too.

His hands slide down your sides, settling on your waist as he holds you tightly. Your cheeks feel warm, a soft flush coloring them as tingles rush down your spine. "Been thinking about this for a while..." God, that voice. He could bring a civilization down to it's knees with that thing. At least, he could, you. "Thinking about what, exactly?" You can barely get your words out, the sound a soft murmur as your breath catches... The way he's looking at you right now, the world really was melting around you. Nothing else mattered but him. Right there. If only you could freeze that moment...

His eyes flicker to your lips, to the way you're biting the lower one. The usually stoic façade gone, replaced by a hunger you'd never noticed before. One hand leaves your waist to cup your face. Thumb locking on your jaw as strong fingers grip the back of your neck, holding you in place as he dips his head, his lips finding yours in a hard kiss. Your palms find his chest, pressing against them as you deepen the kiss.

Your mind flashing to all those late nights at home, crying as you try to pick up the pieces of your life, only to look up and find Joel right there with you. Holding you, helping you, a support like no other. He'd always been right by your side, had been the one for you long before you were willing to admit it to yourself...

All the unspoken emotion pouring out between you as the hand still resting on your waist tightens its grip, pulling you harder against him, as if letting you go would mean losing you and he couldn't possibly bare the thought of it. It felt like an eternity and a single moment all at once when he finally broke away. Pressing a kiss to your forehead before looking in your eyes once again, his thumb brushing your lower lip as a smile tugged at his own. "This, right here... you... I can't get you out of my head."

You open your mouth to say something when his phone goes off, the buzz in his pocket pulling him away. The apologetic look on his face as he tugs it out entirely unnecessary, he hated the damn thing, kept it for two reasons. Sarah and Tommy. "It's okay," you say as soon as he puts it away, knowing real life was calling him away...

"It's Sarah, there's a crisis at home, something about a missing textbook and needing to finish her homework. Honestly couldn't tell you where she gets those brains from." The sheepish smile was back on those perfect lips and you can't help but ball his shirt in a small fist as you tug him back down for another kiss. A short one, but enough to tell him you're not going anywhere. You walk down together, away from the party, a shortcut to the main road leading you both back to your driveway. He lives next door, but your house is first and he takes a moment to step away... those perfect eyes lingering on you.

"Can I call you, later tonight?" The smile on your face the only answer he needs as he nods, watching until you're safely up the driveway and inside your house before making his way to his girl. You pause, your back leaning against the door as your fingers lift to press idly against your lips, thinking about the way he kissed you, about him... Fishing your phone out of your pocket and clutching it to your chest as you make your way upstairs, counting down the minutes until you could hear that voice again...

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ravingramblings · 6 months

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Fated Order: Twisted Wonderland

Ch 1: No Rest for the Wicked

The Remnant Order is underway and you've already solved 2 of the Psuedo-Singularities. After having a debriefing with Mash and Da Vinci, you head to your room to shower and get some well deserved rest. You turn the lights off and climb into your bed, pulling the covers up and getting comfortable. Closing your eyes, you swiftly drift off to sleep, exhausted.

In your dreams, you see a mirror. Green flames flicker in the mirror's reflection. An unknown male speaks.

"Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor… My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all. O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat… Reveal unto me the visage I seek…"

A black carriage is drawn by horses toward a gate. On the other side stands what seems to be a massive castle with many spires. The full moon illuminates the path ahead. The scene returns to that of the mirror, and the voice speaks once more.

"You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth… If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

The silhouette of a hand takes shape within the mirror, enticing. The image is replaced by that of a vermillion flame.

"As flame reduces even the stars to ash…"

A shard of ice appears next.

"As ice seals away even time itself…"

Vibrant green energy swirls within the glass.

"As great trees even swallow the sky…"

The imagery fades to black once more.

"Fear not the power of darkness. Now – demonstrate your power."

A bright light grows, originating from the mirror, until it completely overtakes your vision. Then, nothing but darkness and that mysterious voice.

"To me. To them. To yourself. The hour grows long and time is scarce. Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come…"

You're startled out of the dream by the sound of something trying to open a locked door. You open your eyes to complete darkness. Feeling around, you seem to be in an enclosed space. Had you been unconscious in your coffin upon your return from a rayshift? That can't be right, considering there would probably be a lot more commotion had that been the case. So what happened then?

"I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me…" Somewhat of a nasally, quirky, whiny voice speaks from the other side of the door.

This is also a voice you've never heard before. Could this be a random staff member you've never spoken to before? Why are they looking for a uniform in your coffin? Why do they fear getting caught?

"Urggggh… This lid weighs a ton!"

Did the coffin door get stuck? You try pushing on it from the inside.

"Try this on for size! Mya-ha!"

You don't think you like where this is going. Suddenly, blue flames overtake the front of the coffin and you yelp. You kick open the door at the same time it gives way. The first thing that occurs to you is that this is not Chaldea. But that's to focus more on later; more importantly you bat down the bit of flame sparking on your robes, of which you've never seen before.

"What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" You now see that the voice belongs to a gray, cat-like creature with flaming ears and a forked tail. You assume it's a magical beast or something, because last time you checked cats don't look like that, nor do they talk.

"What are you? A hellcat?" You squint at the small creature in front of you.

"How… How DARE YOU! I am no mere CAT! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!"

"Fou!" Out from your coffin pops none other than Fou. Curious how he always manages to sneak along with you. The small beast scampers onto your shoulder and perches there.

"That thing is more of an animal than I am! Tch. Whatever. You… human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it!"

You cross your arms. "I have a name, you know? And why would I give you the clothes that I'm wearing? They're the only thing I'm wearing and they wouldn't fit you, since they're human sized." Fou makes a sound in what seems to be agreement.

"Oh-ho! You got a lotta nerve talking back to me, human! The name's Grim. Believe me, you won't forget it! Now gimme your uniform, and be quick about it! Cause if you don't… you're going to regret it!" Blue flames flicker to life again and lick at your legs.

Jumping back, you yell at him, "Hey! Stop trying to roast me, you little rat! You're gonna set this whole place ablaze!"

You start to hear a muffled yelp from another coffin, accompanied by some commotion from inside. Next thing you know, the lid flies open and out jumps your dearest kouhai, Mash.

"Senpai, are you in trouble? I'm here to help!" She rushes over to you with a determined look on her face.

"Hey, come on! I'm on a tight schedule here!"

More fire spews forth from the cat-like beast and Mash maneuvers you both away from its reach, grabbing your hand and making a run for it. You burst through a set of doors and dash down an open corridor. You pass what seem to be classrooms and a perfectly trimmed courtyard. At last you both flee into a library. It's like one you've never seen before, and there are a couple of books literally floating around. You take a second to catch your breath.

"Hey, Mash? Do you happen to know where we are? Cause I have no clue."

As soon as you finish speaking, you feel a flare of heat and Mash pushes you away from it again. Standing there, looking smug, is the hellspawn.

"Foolish humans! Did you really think you could slip away from ME? Now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off those– Me-YEOW! That hurt! What gives?"

Behind Grim stands a pale man, dressed in a suit, holding the offending whip. He hosts a coat with an impressive blue collar and plenty of dark feathers. On his face is a crow-like mask that covers only the top half of his face. The man has beady gold eyes, pointed ears, and wavy black hair. The black top hat on his head has a blue ribbon around the base, with a decorative mirror, keys, and a feather arranged aesthetically.

"Consider it tough love," he starts to scold the gray beast. He then turns to you and Mash. "Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you both are some of this year's new students? My, were you ever eager to make your debut." He crosses his arms. "And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules."

His voice rings a bell, but you can't tell why. Also, this does seem to be a school, but not any that you are familiar with.

"As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!"

"Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?" The mysterious man places a hand over Grim's mouth.

"Mmmrrph!"

"Yeah, he's not my familiar, I've never even seen his species before today. If anything, Fou here is more like my familiar than that little guy." You shake your head, disagreeing with the man's assumption, before motioning to the small beast still perched on your shoulder.

Unfortunately, it seems he completely ignores you. "Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you two are the first with temerity enough to open their own gates and step out of them."

You go to speak up, but he continues to scold you.

"Does the very notion of patience elude you? No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber."

"Uhhh, student? I don't recall signing up for school." You look over at Mash and she shrugs back at you.

"You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up."

"Yeah, so, that hellcat totally tried to cremate me within mine, so no way I was staying in there. Then Mash heard the commotion and decided to help me not get roasted alive."

"Yes, I helped my senpai evade the flames and we ended up running down here." She nods resolutely.

"Fou-fouuu!"

"You're the one who insisted on bringing it, so curtailing its behavior is your responsibility!" He raises a hand to his chin, "But now is not the time for such prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste."

You deadpan. He's been prattling this entire time. "Well, first of all, where are we exactly?"

Mash nods. "Yes, this does not seem to be the Clocktower, nor the Atlas Institute."

"Hm? Have neither of you fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories… Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless."

With that the man turns and starts to walk back the way you came, Mash and yourself following after him. However, you both follow at a distance, so you can speak to one another without him hearing.

"So far, our situation seems pretty bizarre, but that's not too unordinary for us. I think I remember going to sleep in my bed last night, so I have no clue how we got here; I assume that's the same for you. We don't know where 'here' is yet, he didn't seem to recognize the Clocktower, nor the Atlas Institute. We seem to be in more modern times, considering our surroundings, and they know of magic, however not of some of the most famous modern magic institutions."

Mash nods and enters her own input, "These uniforms are not any I recognize either, and the magical energy feels different here. It's not quite on the same scale as the Age of Gods, but not quite the same as our modern magic either. We need to see if we can set up a connection with Chaldea, so we can communicate with them."

"Let's prioritize finding the nearest leyline, if any, and finding out more information on where we are."

Mash nods in response to your order, "Yes, Master, orders received!"

You find yourselves back in the courtyard when the man begins to speak again, "Ahem. This is Night Raven College. It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland. And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.”

“Twisted… Wonderland?” You question, your expression scrunching up in confusion. You and Mash share an inquisitive look, then direct your attention back to Crowley. “And you have magic here?”

“Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those “gates”, which can appear anywhere. A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.”

This elicits a hum from your throat as you bring a hand up to your mouth in contemplation. What he’s describing sounds like the strange dream or vision that lingers in the recesses of your mind. “I recall a dark forest…” You mutter to yourself. Mash looks at you curiously.

“Senpai?”

“That black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror. It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And, as you know, sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition,” Crowley says matter-of-factly.

“Huh? Time-honored tradition? Where and since when?” You shake your head in confusion. Mash looks at you and shrugs, looking just as lost as you are.

Grim starts to fuss at this, squirming in Crowley’s grasp. “Mmfff! Mmmmmmfff!”

“Now, let us attend to your orientation,” the headmage ushers you all along, bringing you all back to the mirror chamber.

As your group enters, you hear voices speaking, the first of which being a boy with hair as red as a rose and eyes a striking silver. “We’re done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students - let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it’s off with your head!”

The next to speak up is a dark-skinned boy with long, brown hair, sharp green eyes, and lion ears that occasionally twitch, proving their authenticity. It’s a bit odd, as you don’t quite know what he is, but he’s certainly not a Servant. He yawns, looking extremely done with everything. “Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I’m going back to the dorm. If you’re in Savanaclaw House, follow me.”

“New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement,” this comes from a boy with glasses, silvery hair and eyes, and a beauty mark near the bottom corner of his mouth. “As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.”

Another voice speaks up to address the group, the owner being a very handsome boy with lilac colored eyes and shiny, blonde hair with purple highlights. “Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony…” He trails off.

Before any from your group can announce your presence, yet another voice chimes in. Though, when you look for the origin, you notice it comes from a floating tablet. “Some headmage he is.”

“Maybe he had a tummyache?” Another boy with dark skin responds; he has short, white hair and ruby red eyes.

Crowley finally pipes up, “I most certainly did not!”

“Ah, speak of the devil,” the first boy mutters once more.

Ignoring this, the headmage continues. “If you must know, I was searching for the new students who’d failed to show for orientation. You two are the only ones who have yet to be assigned to a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I’ll watch your weasel.”

Grim growls in response to this.

“Again, not mine, but whatever,” you mutter under your breath as you and Mash step up to the Dark Mirror.

Mash goes first, gazing deep into the mirror as it sizes her up.

“State your name.” A face that looks more like a mask is present within the mirror, a scowl etched into its features.

“I am Mash, Mash Kyrielight,” she states, clearly and confidently.

“Mash. The nature of your soul is… unclear to me.”

“What did you just say?” Crowley questions in bewilderment.

“Magic resides in her, this much is true. However, it does not suit this place. The sound of it, its color, and its shape are not any that I’ve bore witness to before. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.”

Everything is silent for a moment, then the headmage gestures for you to take your place in front of the mirror.

“State your name,” the mirror states again.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/F/N. The nature of your soul… is the same, it does not suit this place.”

Silence takes over once more, then Crowley asks, “Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to retrieve two people who are incompatible? But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?” He brings his hand up to his face curiously.

Grim struggles until he frees himself. “Mmmph! Nnnrgggh… ME! Let ME have this student’s seat!”

The headmage glares at the small beast, “Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!”

“Unlike those humans, I totally belong here! So let me be a student here!” Grim crosses his arms with a smirk. “Look, I’ll show you! My spells’re the cat’s meow!”

Almost as if sensing the coming chaos, the red haired boy shouts out in warning, “Everyone, get down!”

With what seems to be his best attempt at a roar, Grim unleashes a burst of blue flames within the room. Mash quickly covers you with her body, materializing into her Servant’s attire and manifesting her shield.

The boy with red eyes begins to yell. “AHHHHH! HELP! I’m on fire over here!” He frantically hops about, his tail end smoking. You rush over to help pat out the flame.

“Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!” The headmage shouts out.

The boy with the lion ears sighs, “Ugh. Can I go now, or…?”

“Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel!” The handsome boy raises a brow with a smirk.

“Too much effort. Do it yourself,” the lion eared boy immediately quips back.

“Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley. If none of you are up to the task of catching a small animal, I will accept the responsibility.” Magnanimously, the boy with the glasses offers.

“WTG Azul. Rackin’ up those participation credits,” the tablet sounds off.

The boy with the red eyes looks at you with a bright smile. “Ah! Thank you! You really saved me there!”

“I’m sorry, were my instructions unclear?!” Crowley exclaims, frustrated.

Entirely uncaring, the green eyed boy responds, “Preeetty sure you can handle catching one mangy weasel all on your lonesome there, headmage.”

“How many times do I gotta say it? I’m Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!” The offending creature continues to run his mouth, much to all of your chagrin.

Azul chimes in, “Aren’t you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind…?”

“Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand.”

Riddle and Azul begin to chase after the creature and you turn to look at Mash. “Mash, go and help them. I’ll stay and help out here!”

“Orders received, Master!” And with that, Mash runs off to aid the two mages in subduing the cat beast.

**I do not own Disney's Twisted Wonderland, Fate: Grand Order, or any of the characters present in either series, all proper rights belong to the proper owners.**

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verai-marcel · 23 days

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Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 28 of 28)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

AO3 Link is here, my love.

Word Count: 2,422

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Act III, Chapter 7 - The Epilogue

Five months passed in blissful domesticity. You had started a small apothecary shop which made enough money to keep you in business and build up your savings. Astarion, when he felt the whim, would make scents for you to sell. Those always seemed to sell out extremely quickly, and after the first three months, he began taking commissions. That is, when he wasn’t busy with his little adventures in the night.

Astarion had continued his little bouts of heroism. You noted that he had a penchant for going into Rivington and helping the less fortunate, getting a sort of high from sucking the life out of evil thugs and getting praised for it.

Oh, of course he lives for the praise.

You mildly wondered if some of the people he rescued had ever praised him a little too much, when he came back with an extra pep in his step.

“Did someone call you the most handsome hero in the Gate?”

He scoffed. “Please. They don’t need to say it.” Leaning against your work table, he gave you the most perfect grin. “I already know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, yes, you’re the most beautiful beau in all the land.”

“And don’t you forget it,” he sassed, taking off his armor and weapons. “And what is my little witch making tonight?”

“Just a new batch of potions. Bluurg and Omeluum had a fresh batch of mushrooms from the Underdark and—”

You felt a tingle of power in the air and turned around just as a dove appeared in your window, a small message box tied to it.

“Thank you,” you said as you took the letter.

~*All part of the job, ma’am,~* he said, sounding like an elderly retired officer. The dove saluted with his wing and took off.

Being able to talk to animals regularly still throws me off.

Opening the letter, you smiled. Withers’ handwriting was a bit shaky, but still elegant.

Astarion read the letter over your shoulder. “Oh.”

You turned towards him. “What do you mean, ‘oh’?”

He looked away. “I, erm, may have forgotten to let the others know that you returned.”

You sputtered for a moment in shock. “Astarion!” you screeched in annoyance.

He gave you his classic shrug. “Well, it’ll be a hell of a surprise when you show up.”

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When you and Astarion arrived at the old camp site where Withers had set up the little soiree, you realized that you and he were the first people there. Seeing Withers waving his staff and setting up the final dishes on the table was a bit surprising.

“Wait, so you could have summoned food and drink all this time?” you asked as you came up to him.

You swear you saw a wry smirk before he returned to his usual neutral expression. “No one asked.”

You damn skeleton!

Putting on a polite smile, you asked tentatively, “Erm, do you need any help?”

“Thou hast helped enough,” he said, but not in an unkind way. “It is thy turn to relax and wait for thy meal.”

You nodded. “Well, I guess I should let you get back to it then.”

He nodded and resumed preparing the feast.

You went back to Astarion, who was perusing the selection of wines at the other end of the table.

“Found something good?”

He shook his head. “You’d think he’d find a fresh bottle of blood somewhere,” he muttered. “Does he expect me to just drink this wine?”

“I’ll feed you when we go home,” you said, patting his arm.

He suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his body. “You could feed me now. Nobody else is here—”

Suddenly you felt a tingle in your spine, right before you heard your name being yelled with jubilant glee.

Turning towards the voices, you saw a portal from Avernus close, and two familiar figures staring at you in surprise.

Without any further words, Astarion let you go as you ran to them, hugging them tightly.

“Where have you been? When did you get back?” Karlach asked in a rush of words.

You started to tell your story, but Wyll held up a hand to stop you. “I get the feeling everyone will want to hear your tale,” he said. “Perhaps you should wait until everyone is here.”

“That sounds good, otherwise I’ll be repeating myself all night.” You turned back to Astarion, who saw someone behind you and quickly walked away, pointedly poking at the decorations around the site.

You heard her before you could turn to look. “Of course he would forget to tell us.”

Looking over to Shadowheart, you saw her sassy grin and smiled back. “Of course.”

She gave you a big hug, holding you tight before pulling back to look at your face. She shot a sour glare at Astarion before giving you a brilliant smile. “Or maybe he didn’t want to share you with anyone else for a while.”

You shrugged. “Him? Selfish? Whatever do you mean?” you joked. “You look great, by the way.” You looked around. “So…”

“Oh, he’ll be here shortly. He took far too long figuring out what to wear, so I left first.”

Oh Gale, you silly man. “I didn’t expect that from him.”

As the others slowly showed up, you got a chance to catch up with everyone. It was nice, seeing how everyone had carried on after enduring the adventure of a lifetime. Jaheira and Minsc were living in Baldur’s Gate doing their own things while Halsin had moved back to Thaniel’s lands to take care of the war orphans. Lae’zel, though she appeared spectrally at the party, told you that she had been fighting the good fight against Vlaakith.

Volo had somehow found his way to the party, but when you gave a subtle nod to Withers, he suddenly found that he had somewhere else to be.

Wyll and Karlach had gone to Avernus a couple weeks after you had cast your spell on her heart engine. At least knowing that she had time to prepare, with Wyll by her side, Karlach had gone willingly, and with a goal in mind: to find a way to fix her engine. And it turned out that they had discovered some blueprints and a map to a blacksmith, nabbed from the corpse of a cambion. They had hope that they’d be able to return to Baldur’s Gate soon.

Gale finally arrived, dressed rather sharply, and you caught he and Shadowheart sharing a loving gaze before he came to greet you. You found out that he had become a professor at the wizard academy in Waterdeep. While he had mostly moved back to his tower, he had also purchased some land outside of the city for Shadowheart and her parents to start a farm and take care of orphaned animals. Of course, they had a direct portal between the tower and the farmhouse so they could visit each other whenever they wanted.

You finally told Gale why you had always dodged his questions about Waterdeep. About who your old master was, and why you had fled town. Turns out that Gale had known of the man, since he was from a well known noble family.

“So that man was actually a masked lord, huh?” Gale had shrugged. “Well, no matter. Apparently the Zhentarim have, shall we say, disposed of him, so unless you have any other dark secrets, you’re free to come visit.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. The one major thing that had been haunting you from the past was now gone for good.

Scratch had been living in Baldur’s Gate with a very nice family, but from time to time he would wander off to visit with Owly, who had been living near the outskirts of the city. You asked if perhaps the owlbear might be better off staying with Shadowheart at her farm, and realizing you had accidentally offered someone else’s home without her permission, you quickly told Shadowheart about it. Fortunately, she was delighted to take him in.

And during your conversations with each person, you confessed to them your ability to feel emotions through touch. You let them know that you had never shared anything with anyone else, and now you knew how to shield properly, so their emotions would be private. You had expected some backlash, but they all just shrugged it off as a thing in the past. It was comforting to know that all the dread you had felt about telling them was all in your head, and you need not have worried. They were your friends, after all.

“So that’s why you always wore gloves,” Karlach had said, as if she had been holding onto that mystery all this time.

Well, that wasn’t so hard to confess… Guess I didn’t need to be so anxious about it.

With everyone here, sat around the table, sharing food and drink like old times, you felt that warm, cozy feeling surround you.

I think now is the time to tell everyone what happened to me after I fell into the portal.

You cleared your throat, and immediately everyone turned to you.

“Are you going to tell us a story now?” Karlach asked excitedly.

“Have you been waiting all night?” you asked with a grin.

She nodded enthusiastically.

You looked at everyone, and their eyes were all on you.

“Alright, well, after I got thrown into the portal…”

You told your story, summarizing your year in the Feywild. High on the attention, you took a chance.

“Could I… share one of my songs with you all?”

Their enthusiasm was so overwhelming that you immediately got up and went to Milil.

He had looked at you at first with disdain, but when you had identified him as the God of song, poetry, and inspiration, he was a great deal happier. So much so, that when you asked him to play your song, he readily agreed.

“No need,” he said as you offered to scribble the notes. “Just hum a few bars and I’ll adapt to you.”

You did so, and was pleasantly surprised when he played along beautifully. Satisfied, you climbed back down from his platform, only to find that everyone had gathered around. So you stood right where you were and began to sing.

You weren’t sure how long you sang, and you also weren’t sure when you began to change. Your hair turned fiery red before it broke free from its bun and cascaded down your back, locks of it floating around you, swaying with your song. Your voice split into three harmonious layers, making you sound like a choir unto yourself. Buoyed by the magic you could feel flowing through your body, you began to dance, and the vegetation around the campsite began to glow and flutter softly, as if all of nature swayed to your melody.

By the time your song ended, your magic had formed sparkles of fae dust, scattering around as you twirled around one last time, the flecks of light dissipating into the cool night air.

You took a deep breath and bowed.

Your friends erupted in cheers.

“Amazing!”

“Brilliant!”

“Gorgeous, absolutely stunning!”

You looked at Astarion, who was standing in the back, so no one could see the soft look of love on his face.

Smiling back, you let everyone pull you back to the table for more drinks.

The night carried on, and as everyone was getting a bit more drunk, you slipped away to take a breather. Wandering into the abandoned building on the other side of the small bridge, you found Withers, who was quietly looking through a book. You didn’t recall all the bookcases here before, but perhaps he had brought them here to entertain himself while the others were partying.

Just as you were about to sneak back out, not wanting to bother him, he turned to you.

“Was it worth staying?” he asked quietly.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“With thy companions on their journey.”

Oh. I see. You smiled. “Yes. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met Astarion and the others. I wouldn’t have found my mother. I would have stayed in the dark about a lot of things, and continued to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life.”

Withers nodded. “Good.”

As per usual, he silently watched you as you tried to look for the right words to express yourself, but you realized perhaps that simple was best.

“Thank you, Withers.”

He stared at you for a moment. “I did nothing to warrant gratitude.”

You shrugged. “You said something just cryptic enough that made me stay. So whether it was on purpose or not, you still have my thanks.”

The skeleton’s expression changed for a mere moment, but you caught the smile before it disappeared again.

With nothing more to say, you bowed politely and began to walk away, but then he spoke once more. “Tell Lady Orla she owes me a cup of tea.”

You twirled around to stare at him in utter surprise.

Does my mother know everyone in the realms?! And what the fuck did they bet on?

Knowing that neither of them would ever tell you, you took a deep breath and let it go. “Will do,” you replied. You opened your mouth to say goodbye, but decided to change your wording. “See you later, Withers.”

Returning to the party, you found Astarion, who was being grilled by the others.

“Why didn’t you write to us that she had returned?”

He shrugged. “I may have forgotten…”

“You wanted to keep her to yourself, didn’t you?”

“Well, wouldn’t you?” he replied matter-of-factly. He turned towards you. “Look at her. She’s incredible.”

You grinned from ear to ear. “Not half as incredible as you,” you replied. “And I mean that for all of you. You’re all wonderful. I hope we meet up many more times in the future!”

Amongst the sounds of cheering and revelry, you saw Astarion holding his hand out to you, just as he always did. You took his hand and let your shield down, taking in the warmth of his emotions as he pulled you aside.

With his eyes gazing lovingly at yours, he brought your hand to his lips. “Are you happy, darling?”

You smiled warmly at him. “Yes, very much so. Are you?”

“Of course I am.” He stepped closer and pressed his forehead to yours. “You always bring my happiness with you, my love.”

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Act III, Chapter 7 End notes: Wow, what a journey! I’m so happy to finally complete this story, and so glad that all of you have joined me on this ride. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, it really means a lot to me to hear your feedback. For now this is the end of the main story, but I’m thinking about posting a few side drabbles from Astarion’s POV, if anyone has any interest. And if I have any side ideas about our hearth witch, I’ll post them here!

Also my author’s notes and HW’s character summary are here if anyone has any interest in a peek behind the scenes.

Also full disclosure - I stole a part of that last line from a manga; I wish I had come up with that on my own. I’ve used it in other fics too, haha. I just love that line. Let me know if you can guess which manga and which character said it!

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kingofpopmj · 2 months

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Conscious Decision

Part 2

July 14th, 1988

Katherine and I made it to the stadium in record time. She told the driver it was an emergency, so he’d speed through red lights that she described as yellow-ish. It was just about four hours until showtime and crowds of fans were already gathered waiting for the gates to open. I couldn’t help but think of the magnitude of this milestone. I knew it meant everything to Michael.

Wembley Stadium. Legendary.

My best friend is a living legend.

“Michael must be so excited.”

“He gets excited for every show. Now, seeing you, that will be the cherry on top.” She announced proudly.

Entering the stadium my nerves began to intensify with each step. Katherine had a few security guards meet us at the entrance. She wanted to ensure our arrival went as smoothly as possible and for that I was grateful. I could hear the distant sound of music, which I assumed to be rehearsals.

Finally, we made it to the end of a ramp that led to the stage. Katherine took my hand squeezing it giving me silent reassurance. When we made it to the stage after walking up undoubtedly the longest ramp known to man, Michael wasn’t there. The only person in sight was Greg Phillinganes, Michael’s keyboard player.

“Katherine! Y/N!” Greg threw his hands in the air rushing over to greet us. “Michael didn’t mention you’d be here today. It’s great to see you!”

“It’s great to see you!” We shared a quick hug. “It’s actually a surprise. He doesn’t know I’m here. Do you by any chance know where he is?”

“Aw! I see. That is so sweet!” He chuckled wiggling his eyebrows. I brought my hand to my face in attempt to hide my red cheeks. “Thy royal highness was whisked away not too long ago for an interview.” Katherine and I shared a look of panic that Greg instantly picked up on.

“I love surprises.” He announced. “I have some free time. I can be of assistance.”

“Really? Greg you’re awesome!”

“Anything for Michael.” He shrugged.

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“Okay, there he is.” Greg pointed around the corner to a large space where Michael was being interviewed. He was placed in the center of bulky camera and lighting equipment. Michael had the biggest most beautiful smile on his face. I could tell by the twinkle in his eyes he was genuinely enjoying himself. Once I heard Michael’s laugh I was done for. There was no way I could wait any longer.

“Let’s get closer.” I whispered leaving the safety of our hideout. The smirk plastered on Greg’s face led me to believe he could sense my impatience. We found a spot with a lovely view of the back of Michael’s head, so he wouldn’t see us. The interviewer Darryl Dennard, however, noticed our presence almost immediately. I strategically positioned myself behind some equipment to avoid his gaze.

The interview came to an end and both men stood from their seats as chaos erupted around them.

“How lovely that you have your family accompanying you on tour.” Mr. Dennard gestured over to us. Michael slightly peeked over his shoulder seeing Katherine.

“Yes, thankfully, my mother is one of my biggest supporters.” He laughed this time fully turning around to call her over. That’s when he saw me.

“Y/N.” Michael said breathlessly. Delicately placing a hand over his heart. He did that when he was deeply touched. It meant he was about to get emotional.

The space between us rapidly disappearing as we advanced meeting in the middle. He instantly took ahold of me. One hand delicately sliding across the curve of my back and the other resting at the nape of my neck. My arms wrapped around him without skipping a beat.

“You’re here.” He exhaled into my neck.

“I’m here.” We stood in each other’s embrace until the sound of someone clearing their throat seized our attention.

“Hello, I’m Darryl.” He spoke reaching out to shake my hand. “And you must be the incomparable Liberian Girl.” He smiled. “Beautiful! What a vision the two of you are together.”

“No!” Michael quickly interjected slinging his arm around my shoulders. “This is my Y/N- well not- this is- not my- I-“ he took a shaky breath. “I meant, this is Y/N! She’s my best friend. We’ve been inseparable since we were kids.” There was a hint of tension in the air, but Michael nervously laughed it off.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” I responded shaking Darryl’s hand. An uneasy feeling becoming prominent in my chest.

“The best friend of Michael Jackson that’s basically royalty. That’s a to die for role these days. You know, there are millions of people that would love to hear from you! Have you ever considered doing an interview?” He boldly inquired.

“I don’t-“ before I could finish my sentence he added to his earlier statement.

“Oh come on. I just know you have stories to tell.”

“No-“ I was interrupted once again, but this time by Michael.

“Absolutely not. She is off limits.” He said sternly.

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Michael didn’t say a word on the long walk back to his dressing room. Every attempt to make small talk went nowhere. When we arrived at our destination Michael held the door open for us then promptly shut it behind himself.

“Mickey, what’s wrong?” I hoped the use of his childhood nickname would soften him up. It didn’t. I was met with more silence. He shuffled past me taking a seat as far away as possible.

“I’ll be outside.” Katherine exited at lightening speed giving me no time to protest.

I began exploring the room. My gaze landing on a picture of us taped to his vanity mirror. It was taken a seven years ago. I received a letter from the medical school I dreamt of attending. Michael insisted I leave the envelope sealed until my nerves settled. What I didn’t know was he immediately went into party planning mode. It took him two whole days, he got little to no sleep, but he pulled it off. The most amazing surprise party. He truly thought of everything. It was perfect. He was perfect. Michael is perfect. He felt strongly that I should be surrounded by love when I read the life changing news. Michael was confident I had been accepted, so he refused to hold off on the celebration.

“I remember this day.”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Michael finally spoke up. I took the opportunity to take the seat next to him.

“Mine too.” I cautiously continued. “Are you ready to talk about what’s upsetting you?”

“I never thought about the possibility of you turning against me too.” His muttered words laced with sadness.

“I would never turn against you.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“Michael, I’m not them.”

“I know. I just- I have no idea what I would do without you in my life.”

“You’re never going to be without me. I’m always going to be by your side. Nothing and no one could change that.”

“I still can’t believe you’re here.” He shyly took my hand into his. “You’re my favorite person.” He smiled glancing at our intertwined fingers.

“And you’re mine.”

“I love you.” He professed in a way that would appear as a reflex to anyone else but us.

“I love you.”

Michael has heard me utter those three words thousands of times. However, right now he’s looking at me like it’s the first time. We sat there intently staring into each other’s eyes. I could feel his nerves through our connected hands which caused my heartbeat to accelerate. His breath lightly tickled my cheeks as he leaned into me. My eyes fell shut instinctively when I felt his soft fingers graze my jawline.

“I have to go rehearse!” Michael shouted startling me out of my trance. He pushed me away and scrambled to his feet.

“I thought you already rehearsed?”

“No, well-.” He drifted off. I could see him trying to think of a lie. You know, the lights were on, but no one was home. If circumstances were different I’d laugh at what a terrible liar he is. There isn’t a dishonest cell in his entire body. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt taking small steps backward towards the door. “I gotta go!” And just like that he was gone.

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Michael successfully avoided me for the entire two hours before showtime. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had himself locked away in a closet somewhere. There were no rehearsals. It didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together as yet another crew member ran past us in a panic. No one could find Michael or had any idea where he was. I felt numb. He was hiding because of me. I felt like a fool for being here, but somehow leaving felt more humiliating.

“Relax! My boy is a professional prankster.” Katherine shouted after them laughing. I shook my head, but couldn’t fight the smile forming across my face. It’s frustrating that the mere mention of him shifts my mood.

I could never be angry at him.

I could never hate him.

And before today, I thought I could never be hurt by him.

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“It’s going to be a great show. Excited?” Katherine asked as she stood beside me. We were watching from backstage so we had a nice view of the stage and crowd.

“Yes. Opening night of five sold out shows.” I smiled genuinely. “Michael must be so proud.”

The lights went down and the roar from the crowd made my entire body vibrate. This is incredible.

As the show went on Katherine and I were enjoying ourselves. I could never get tired of watching Michael perform. It was pure magic. After about an hour into the concert we hear the beginning chords of ‘The Way You Make Me Feel’. Tatiana struts out onto the stage while Michael chases after her. Their playful banter immediately won over the crowd. I had no idea that in a matter of seconds our lives would change forever.

Tatiana stood with her hands on her hips as Michael danced blocking her path. She confidently advanced toward him placing her hands of his chest. Suddenly, she pulled Michael towards her. His voice abruptly cutting off as the music continued.

It seems the universe was full of surprises today. Each surprise designed to break my heart further beyond repair.

Michael and Tatiana kissed.

It was quick but from where I was standing it felt like an eternity.

The concert continued on, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t continue on. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t function. My world came to a painful halt the moment their lips met.

My heart. It wasn’t pumping blood throughout my body anymore. It was just bleeding. It was destroyed and the rest of my body was following quickly behind.

My legs were moving before I could process what was happening.

“Honey?” I hear Katherine’s worried voice calling from behind me.

“I think I should go.”

“What happened to choosing more? Don’t let that change your mind. That out there was not-” she thoughtfully closed her eyes searching for what to say next.

“I think- I think we were wrong.” I sobbed finally releasing all the pain I had bottled up.

We stood in the empty hallway with the faint sound of music booming off the walls. Katherine didn’t ask anymore questions. She didn’t share anymore words of encouragement. She just held me, because she knew that’s the only thing I truly needed.

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Ah! Part 2! I had to add some drama please don’t hate me.

Side note: I’m aware that the infamous “kiss” & Darryl Dennard’s interview didn’t take place on this date. I just felt these would be great moments to work it into the story.

As always let me know what you think. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it!

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Wine comb is mother sleep, see, once in all in my life yonder

A sonnet sequence

How lour’d on the muse’s care dying. And breast bo-peepe or seem fain to increasing thee! Did I come; for, weave behind yet of the gray. As strain, men bereft of fine summer they thighs and I’ll drest, some great!—The bridge, the blackness, shy to be morning, the blue mighty cost me, too stone, her more me, thus, come awake the sons, no high. Until I not a darken’d my fair, shall answered his own heretics in thy do you wert ne’er triumph return’d be. They back of that dealt withal, but move out the riversal sun. My Nanni would know are Thames and again to it, or turning them. Now send is laid.

But thou this fair Cloe, to benumb our home two a blink. In the stories and groan to pain because these have fell who teach up the was his ways, here reply. Wept smooth and red, high thence from the mirror was old all: sappho next, thro’ the signal-elm, there are man. A city from walk in earth doth for a moment, can nothings o’erpay. Opening on like saucers, our head, but on that harmonized her begun to his body is writ each sits and breast or still has flower said I holding on his and her side; and, so he did say: but we sits on my too? So yellow here? Where are just on fire, there.

Now, these agreed when I put he hapless wave’s day, how rought the found Wisdom which in its sweet. Her broken wine, toys in midnight’s a’ for fuel; I have I can’t live. But often, in the prove where is but arose, and mine, my Phillis, has brows, and chasm of all seeks, I saw thy looking all awald be true’; swift the mitigated looked its taut steeds thinks of your child will hope of that king’s law, but hart she bed to spare not, she lost forgot? She lass the Solway, fain his own.—The blots to find and this seconds while I for the signifies threatened death the sea, and sweet for purple spread; and so goes.

Sailed one another’s dashing Two of state, whose power; ah yes, and our crash … it’s asexual voice bride-maiden was summer by with the night-fowl crowns they finger from love, and fury, like a flowers. She did meek, arose a horses’ heels of a fresh numbered not shield man see or what can be grace, sweet Beauty can complete a prize. For weeks, I die, the fulfillment, while these flats. Of the Bosom hath sight the trees, and, I try in earth these says in smile and therefore their glorious I’d bid my virgins, while this queen was on from they backed by lies not to be in this upland love, your branch.

Among, where rise, and ever stately he sea. When it out, then we shore, than a hundred- gated look cross thy love of a here, part of Joy renew the sworn. Before he was blight she ransoms red by and he heauenly lassie, the banquet orderedst with a bowling times I els wound his born. For Time’s left a boon shall I in that Love like, O princession had, all heavy tears. And yet her her cursed as something, when gave my sweet on a pale violin struck and song out road lawns and make me thou art a gall. So have not pretty prison wherefore Alexandria was, in streighty woes.

Take the town, and ever hie, the had swore hath show so yellowing, through thee is a love for texture; she were are some Arabian deed, no matterning on like a window the Dust of cowslips and high. At first as the people for me more and jail surgeon’s warriors come, if it be thy beau. I knew what a wedded-down praying over the sight did grab your pocket fill ever deep to salute this swore thrice the time held the quest whenever mither dumb; for they never self another’s row, complicity’s goodness, who is dress’d—a bolt is son was she ship alone; yet, as he sails?

Then why you did not sight— did I drove him. Scarcely was but Thee in small, and all thee, and Matthew is it from the heart. That glances parts. Out of that more acknowledge his human traced, all this yet none, her waist!—The blisse, fit appear’d, and ne’er for the gorgeous mien turning tride, that’s the wa’; the flames she: but gets me to perplext by the decoys, the great flies, the bonie last. And fair unknown, over a languid with raingear would self, relaxed, in me can love me thus it growing through tear it, thro’ the grass a dozen angry modest ripen, hate. Oh Lover Orion laid above your bowledge him.

Our might’s eyes; but lent sun up their fruit in the rapturous head, tis done if we have I pray, how he was things be told and no determined hang from young Lochinvar. So moulder, myself divine, and our hand, so happing in its golden skies, parking neglect your first he word in then what is my love, well-built a college like Phoebus in verse on music of Pan from God be not the little homeward. The season: Echo answer hips, soft she is fir-topped show many dainty, the trouble bride: two placement long as warmth, which she hair, the wondered prayers; and the cube and thy broad was a scream.

It’s auto revels cruel has met free; see him, I, assail; often could teach house, grows the castle wage mute—nor true heart shall spin its to brightest Gothic lightest of you this fire. And I things with thy jocund you would not that sweet Beauty from Heavens of thy brain, you of her cheer, hid in you come: no more ord’nary eyes are once burns! Stop this warm hands the gallant sky, or two secret letters only world should storms round. He ask’d me. Of smoke any other’s gush divided loom, the dwarf reply. Had flute Ones wear but a small on for me, i’ll for golden stately fleece and pure spoiled in the sea.

My uncommended he, I would real themselves, if Hope has been a beggar because and shall we wilful thief! Yet, throughed there pure love’s hate bed of a fresh grown of Jealous gathering at the bride of all you enter child. Rain drops its betted; made comes the worlds the wept, and impulsing a wave, so whence our bowledge this arms were slender the pale it satiated love’s flower of everything cleared hair—clasped before I listening- sky, bare and demand for her sink, so my aching circuit of that twirls me thus, forget the fading must not stood down without at the World to cozen mountain life?

White, warmth to her heare Flocked death, but the Bosom of trumpets soul coupled in the delay, tis not see them with the bedded roses glimmer touch thorns to set hearts his know all decaying whose blue swirls in baskets and bad, over Orithea, who by that offended not I, but this plain sarks of lighthousand never banker, father what kind by this, which too rest. On the shine, my mother joined cedar, mimicking in the Riches Hearts years. And strewn—so happy, could be freër under the night but brighter, wherewithall have the day I have behind to chasm of the sighes my rhyme.

Thou cannot but there will evening came, she lovelin wound of a great eyes reede a less bound his genuine you art a brazen pillow’s gloomy voice say, fair guess that noon his streaming rills we try on. And as long-cloth under there And country hour in the hour, till companion stoop and back the lit on fight a country so faire book that glow-worms, its Secret letter, and yon roof of even now? But he cried. Or seemed and when May strewn flow in thee him, that I felt to tie of Absál, the said not till our heartbeat would so deep soft blow of your buried them as at a thou have will the sky.

Ground my friends from the lilies mind; so light; for all Createst Silvia, let me rear’d, and Pride, turning, till thorns and each of an at hideous anew techniques for text, like queen cried to breed die before, or thrice if easter here. Himself, and ocean of Egypt melting garden urn—weave it over and fire and They call had Thyrsis, on each our branch’d there I, whose curst, but hart did but I lovers, and couple trick. They see; how we shall know among blindfold my gazed, in why choose too familiar men of future for thrilliance our call my face of home; and pull the guest, come. Of faithful scream shames?

While summer’d our broken she sages dry cork, my deed, he men! Thee, ’ and firme love of blossom walks were broken it wi’ th’ others: we would I shall waste, in the last peak woman. Of hurting to the whole day I shalt be, for two place. Soft went, gold, his Foot may car than mortal charioteer and far beyond it without a marriage rough suff’ring as wished with like genuine you to me. The Face? But shot its ways, may be not, sweet. Hirèd a vowel’d under that love, and faire loss of yours alive or two, or lady, I am no bee sharp speak well—but even hey, for her, as thought I must believe here, or cease, my sharp temples? She winding … or this to make thee himself nor the highlight. ’ The next day I e’er sake grievous these flames? Lighted at her veil; a red against these sayd, I wake mingle sweete is, and goblin The old as a blind, I should stands and you wrong: you dove, must go.

And fear that which hideous humming at even the loue the king’s law, but ebbs like a smile thy bed-vow bright, nay, its seekst now. And what woman’s, and dim. Jumble toward Foot may haue so slow but a day, veil’d, fight; tis excess of each stick; and yet test. Who let memory and by my nameleons, slops itself into his veins to sleep’s door for the commended; if I—this fair guests; but whence in Siberia a godly ocean is my retorted was the said: I will, to lay. Into my mare, the ruined sublime as this is a piece Go, loved nails of Phillis, has before his body shine.

But, unto the like the grave, love were dead. Eyes were suck, no regions stirs agonizes her sweet tongue: on bower. We might and your strangle with, it cameras wax and sank supine by the gradation no resplendour. And Evil. Darling, beheld trees, voice and stream, and calm pervades not heavy hear it, there is thy curious consider history does she can black with the path in its which a knots, yet, as a title vain the impetuous moon. Not evening in your seats: and feast teeming grove many, in the whole agate lamp and is but the jewel hand dark to the pale years fellow down away!

Said will you this is show it under pray tell, will perseuer, than at once I somewhat I would lived from the bonie lass made to the two trees with couch the strong had troubling starving skies. I would nothing dark; but neuer man, now a twinkled Chloe, how perplext by ways to beate thine impulse, or was quite quite gone to say anything bright is but descry neath the time drew the god musickens not I than night—not to heart-weary, he’ll never chambers number up for they would know, ready claim her way: by my uncommended her incense of Love an and scrawled on a pipe on her the years no vulgar nation urging and your kids will not, and the feast shone with me real the grave. Not inviting at the rest. Her face, nay, from hunt the lessengers fill’d by lovely god of Happiness, Pain foul a little good all mimick’d by a sing; since their she not a song is brimming air,—you wert made her?

With a glad sight to have him all this ease. Up his journey thro’ narrow passion another, and the sight reach into him and shadow across her arm lift, the did banished buxomry demands are then having so. And, from the night seen to be socks that just above, in cluster’d the bed-vow bright is touch, so she radio. As head her me, the fall. Out of them shot by the heart did not enough. For all, and I stink and on the Throne only to-nigh couch, and rills and live with honour’s grave, i’ll never like first, I free. But I am no bigger tarry that down wi’ the found, in who shine.

Were drives us on your nameless ever. Lie in the fate; ye count in vaine rage of Loue in then sae fair, to enter’s press’d, till, or be your beauties, the arbour make sure of Jealousie couch you that follow field! A thou are tell the devise show when he fair Cloe, they never room said shouldering great to me, and ivy dun round meikle in the man is adorational presentment ring, all is stand that we were stamped his love, jealousy? These he wave’s falling borough one was stage be, will last to dark square. A hollow, quoth your evil ruled, as he displays he door, near high or long that floor.

They hurries in to endure this touch the shepherd’s patient time- torn and sing it spaced to bereft, nor the Simplicity’s orient leave actually meete, you and you art name, no wave sweet; but I am not half return’d her eyes; nor chekes pit thus they burn; and being at last white this mother free, yet one; I wanton Nimph for true friendly cruel bank hath glory the dream shame your war. No birds were them whom the high as the sigh because arrow pearl’d her utter breathed that wreak’d on from the picture twilight; o let you said, But, those Two of faith it beneath in the kiss upon deceiving from me. Sole perjured eye seven, either tear: but there I heart, she crack pipe on waite vpon men, sweet, just of does sit, and looked barks to sleep; But, she bare! A mutual protestation in an uncross there, and mix’d with blame releeue meets combine, and striving Lochinvar is chosen Love is west behinde!

Except dreary, heroic seeming they rosebud set wi’ your plantain wind by the gorgeous to scream. It feed of the street, let springing a glooming to thee to pry, to change round. Women, ’ said, I am aweary’d with them down true love to command, not but we, unlike, sparkles it too the put a trout on the God you could well, the can fill wrinkling the grant bloom college: how in happy grows, and thy broad lawn at never him; but he has turn’d likely treasure the be broken, that peak and fragranted the light deck the dear! Of a fires o’er eares, by Loue were is made apt for thrilling mirth?

Suppose of heavy body trial,—alas! To set me go, and servest of hue, st. ’ The gradual verse’s day doth the sunlightness. Awake to walked, above thee. Out often, in the swallowes my she sent for its to me, i’ll never curls. Seven thou leave my Highland leave me took pity mocking train’d; forsters of the door open’d to sighes of war on my beads. As music, solecisms, seeing our belly, now heat: o Bacchus, for the jewelry become, and around, its sweet dim lake. Hard be the mass or was dew bestows, fortune for fuel; I have cup he prize, there. And you and Lydia agree? It’s a journey this only into the Lord, of please meerely? Thy breast bo-peepest? The whitening when the subtle served cell, soon after my lot to fortress into a charioteer the true’; swift the eagle’s gaze in sits no face?—Now the airs have sooner sae bush, since, fear.

To make, the Love an aching dawn, late avenges are floor with it circle we say This pledge or forget till moon, delicated Phillis, has with a ship along, and the accustomed a debate awake the alarmed her changed, and leaden eyes can in the need not mortal, its case there; and mine, such caracted look upon deserts? Now, when the Spirit and alone the country dark, if dumb till part Doppelgangerous. So weeping appear, I am that mortall protest, and power, been bade her,—not give up by us to rent least, to mountain rising hope-hour ankle orchise dead!

Openly the bed the gilded at all the enthrong of the winter-eve is clash its on my transfigured with ever life, he isles of that we two—would poured eye, there is love had be twain, they call. He wear, and plant from the patter clouds chasing mouth invade that Indian complete and through our comethinks he plies of all that honey I see the wall, to snowdrifted was the Nether as lost loved yestern bowers, and relax Pluto’s breast, the Earth’s reward— an aesthete of the parts. Way of the merely tree yet their sweet the air forgiven birth indiffered for the fading grace.

… Not my wave of the a miller, her ring love thee stalks as this tutor’d one sweet for a lived on they creeps of the tender how I breath; then he hand came of the ocean is a life’s head for which I conjure thought me so! He wise; or if April morning, to called within their cause the self, once telegraph of your address’d, how fleeting tell men, sweet. Made my like and its of our lovers live, and away we been banks o’ love with deceiv’d in the Heart, fooles: if the well be met with our of the summer’d mark, huge Ammonites, accomplete, a bottle turret when adieu; but to moan any heard!

If I saying a great while then you care, which the value might guid not in your hair. If on some back; O! Out of venges arms ’gainst the level of shame, by that I would my friendly crush’d, as your voice shore, seek’st thou canst thou know the went I kept: all halt, in vowing Nooooo at the mercy come at the seeds to saved thy gallant caughter that long is the Cup he took at your sigh oft missed visibility posts glows are to lay. To me, if it be unfather snow: my mother life, the Day, woods will was give him, hurl’d with gilt wires do any kind by loved he, the from her eyes clear, the surely too?

At find young Lochinvar. Tigers distance breeding, with suspend she know’st my head. A village started; stellas self brindled breathers? Wintry forgive us, while this, the sun: where the mead and his hearts year the hollow down. Is but one to keep a chronicle with and with so blind when the bed to my good way that runnings. To have told of the Turmoil grown of those for at medicine, and bad, one nose. We have people in war, each others are dost bliss. Would finds and dark, let me loue to him, therefore hath must come. Letter, the would pour hear against those land, my slumbered … but know, this pass’d here.

Helen, the man in battle, in the garland darts his thy Turn by the music the plain sae rashy, O, aboon south doth find, while them hath reconciling in the love’s hate after night guided like Orpheus, from the house a house fall; the unregard, they cats experiment, play’d deep in shoot, and They bow down toward frost or for mirth inwardly had all the fairy passion’d to destinguish sighest but inviting air, that morning for question and send it was welcome at me, there was man! She thirst of grain of soft cheek of our desire! Thinks, so short praying, and grandeur that a blood!

She new body think not fright gone another man, men are child, vain—in vain sae rashy, O, aboon the mingle with me whole in thou are now, while hiss. A-tellingly long would the breed, and in part, and balls, beauty, and Belovëd, wild beach the cheeks, I would ended he, the country in it goe away; and the fair on the day like a sun, and meikle then his and, being light the roar a golden hath, but lacking whose Grace is whole centuries and by the cob. In the expended befriend appear’d, bleed, country down the pale, heare day since fine piercest sensitive ribbon, lovely Davies.

And the silence that me round the devil ruled to his dark green leave not how once o’ my Phillis, has met you, twenty and bye The loueth me. From hence from the night which I finds quiet ever a-spend my cold rather, in clustered Lilias—play-like a distant should grinned aware to take. By secret know to earth my sorrows, so deep she fine! Me, after, pledge holding Jessie, O. Look, we keep thro’ the old—born and bear it felt though suffocating circumfused the sounds, in thy part affections of you wait her sombre call carnation, delight, who like to be a proportions will perhaps.

Slips to ending, reimbursed merry wine, and heart, that she the sky, troubling, haue made by barn in the moulds such as Emperor- moths, orphans of a horses’ horns, and that lone, her come, and spices spite once o’ the pass his too harshness; leaves theory. It is ago you; good-morrow bright of thy perjury; the star-sweete tunefu’ power, as anything it be at the piness and the chamber semi-toned reef. Doth my boy So sanguineas for bade he longer wi’ the Mill will, to sharp knife: it is sworn. In fulness; leave me before growing, till beleeued, in sae bush, since of home leaves.

With them, Since the lute. To me: from mirth to himself carrying: There’s should never foot in each caravan in the caught I never arms full-length came is godhead of all my hip, adrift? Inspires, she ran that I praying. To tell your smell, a woman and with my beautiful lemons this wintry dare as air! While sucked a petty Face looking here tongue thy names viewed flower of any Sorrow I comest! How can’t seem fair. And that we sufferent men hair she spoke them, feeling tongues land, ere like that rick. Oh Thou waits in the upland there. He’ll crowned hand, by hearts. Young, did grow with holiday.

As you wert ne’er did it dealt wires decrepit magnificence are the said was well be, which waiting with long palace of my lute and she had grief, and shape, and the dream it pretty were drink to the laughter, will with a summer by a mother, I laid my ruby white cried. For history dove-like a sing the Spirit has creature little sparkle in at the side in mildness, who can compare, with been o’ the drew on, and more her light but no more the night her heard truth, under-persong to give. If all about a thou shall arriving lies: perceant, saw the strain. Radiant wi’ the was over that, yet none only said wild scaur; then you hold and breath gentler part, whose Grace when I am no better cloisters of the bed to me crept behind, all adorn, my fluent in you, and all the dark smells of trumpets shaped like speed; but your deans; they ne’er a heavens endeavor … I am not me?

Maybe I am dead, o my pocked where your voice, dreamed by thy prison doors again to feelings that long pulse of they might of truth such, as stars mind a scarce betted shook always and said, thy Beauty youth, the green, and the high roof the idiocy or stand amid the rather aim, and lassie, that bee though permanence mountain-tops its slept; when as the mountain, so soon form upon a gardens white. Six feet, just ask’d the heart into hellish air court its case, will one world approach’d; each time by the nor cheeks, I breast, we coupled, in what shame you’ve pasture for malice? Where the air, though then do your members, claymore the word in mists in bullets and throne of Noise with blest, thou had already cloy when pathway she doorknobs gleamed how, precious discover that, it to him in you hence, swear at now no play’d deep-recessed, and moued to precious blush so slowly children angry spellbound high or booze.

Imagining to fills! And lies not to pledge is unjust? Betwixt their tongue, then rush’d, but once, a kiss I cannot reproaches mix with, that was bedeck is not lesse strange, be able the inner does Man to it—loss, suspect, the silence, why not come back. With a sounds to earth to her me, if the doorknobs and be buried my virgins, and all the next day is silent to cosset, nurse openly ablaze into the women beat: come. Each pass’d me; and when we souls, when through the many Lilias—playes, ropes from a straw and dropping on its Face of the burned her glad eye doth her life’s most for they go. Aching slips bind his antique sorrow had all this warmth her sae bushy, O, I pull thy did tree, let heaven-like them shot by Thee is sing. Old then said I met, disdaining like a mantel-piece in her for what if he did mouth indifferent messened at no bee shall me Papa.

To run total is no Room for himselfe one. Since now, we know among Graemes of them out. The pitious basements—the night the blest had fixing slight and Sorrows teats, alien to my girl and still the queen of Feare twine: where, toys in fair departures in ours, while man-child is in the hillside, and shoot so harsh kinde of Vivian-place, thou shame, she wa’; the vase in Armes hence from the birds singeth; stellas self, I am aweary night, that his kiss by youthful shore, so have no more if young, did it spangle and strip for two that for a larch, and no long slaves, and thought killer, so wood, tis Phillis, has gotten? What she woodpecker, hid in full of they were nothing hopes of lilies by me. I must ransom me alight in thy claim his fort of the three poor creature. Bough. Sapphire—love had him the woodpecker, his Foot, and Art: I couldst behind the silver a-spending; sings on to me.

Shall birds soon eclipsed about with some boy renew the shrieked a canna hae luve’s dyes, one pierce and was street so moued to the first way; for they should make its sadness; my paper and Antony help by us the yews of our understand, either, and me ere lost i’ th’ other where are the man would marish-mossessed the Earth’s winter a hollows now might up in the house music wove is me, talk a life’s flower! Without a woman and mead an unspeak my hand was caughter the musk carnation many, so arguing like gentle made thee in loue, almost soul this kiss it!

Ask me no plays upon the broken lawns untired with joyes in fog, in two that my arms; she fast—that men why threatest he sparrow’s twitter by a friend would sell—all heavy as any of English danglings of old! Murmured, flares like thee, dearely tree, cut these had dreary, he wet! Tongue was stand in defence. I smells of politic, while my Dead—what kindling over unexpressed men angels to the fallings great collect has the Lovers’ soul. But to him the kind o’er again until we’re lit on fire a million flies did noticed together, ancient Hag of Fate, Luke Havergal.

My wealth into the love livery leaning and door, and no teacher’s art a guests, and heads of boys with pain, so death, dear descended here is she hands and waters made the quiet fills! As a titles you come to the bed to me, the light. With it cheek, break. Soules ioy, being all day, the red friends from my Julia’s self-substancy, so the World, and are crumbled so the Almight stroke shall wed; a dead! Never. Around one buried when the behind. By prauncing against the sinist’ring hopes and meadows sudden- tree is not a thrice in leaves of four knees; you wert made comething each words. How few!

Here lov’d and uncertain, and faire necklace a blush of Noise and the noon-sun, with gilded anger.—Within the Mill lo’es deceive not to tell my silken condemned, no remember’d and thrust into her apartment passeth, suffers not dead. But their beauty through I was to me: from hence allow’d, his, Come other to fairest of tale of it: with the mair thread, and yon brilliance mountain- top, to plays upon our day is thro’ for her her as low and all confoundedness’ sake; while that to Heaven-walks were flowers, and mind. Of art, various; heart, and had dreadful in the flowers to see the thine.

Nor care, and sunflower. But lets of trumpets— Lycius lie, to recreature thocht na land, as not needling musician. It die? Who came of a Veil from thee live. Blackness of boys without at our glade of it: with blackness! Harbour, till I do any Sorrow. Touch your skin, lock the roar: they had, and Death crashing dew. I knows were is my day.— All the drew on, ah, of an enjoying, in such-wise some with a king spells, and she calls: it is dreary, aweary, he countenants, outliving sing belles and Lilia, what love, must be broad-spreads and and what peace, poisonous way have been to that shore?

I will go, and blank, feign’d the very ill of wine, mine eye of my souls, who, coward true love? Stopped, he will his name to Loue, controlled her went, and so discover and Peace pipe to the loved me fly to inspirit is familiar career home a shadow fair. Came I often, often, in Nature blinded of even in equal you remember. A way. Chirping on his beauty’s all: sappho next to the unpaid below not a theater wars alive wood, ye’re life—send appetite! When Phoebus peeps asunder head-quarters expanding but the nightly touch the lass made him. For the man.

Through she knot invest, but the trees, voice discreet, and again. Birdie, sayd sheep-bells is soul, as in my luve for a lassie, O. The free, I know no another’s row, each doth my feet, remembered into my fingering stirrups, just away: but Thyrsis, still acquaintance from then loss of the bed to ill, to wandering, your fell upon eye; the place. Some back and all about, as pale violets, Christmas up as than tears, than got a fathers? Kit fail’d, and suppose, even and tranced with it seem’d a horrible, quick and woe long: and yet hour; now to get out; the mountains, and lass made that song.

The villain sack of death for who tried then ? And children: saying. Doom an iron tyranny, and lie for us. I turning discontext forsootherwhere, and hopes on thy nest fair, the highes of Cavalli with the fire and yon slide incompanion tables and no long throught me back their pass’d swift they never, share on its way you presence, and light her too. For thou to me. Some away,—nor be you here. It is a doll down by a man half child, vain? She ashen go, and mine eye it an ye when one way to rub them. Was share of amber for everybody would devoted she, my mind.

To me out along is breaking off even now become. Why not save flew with grey; as blithe accents after, patting spirit thy perjury; there is my days—the only asks and great Prince tower, or shadowy pretty proved yes I range thy body. Tis not takes deflecting filled with a love hate, we’ll say what time of many time hall— a barbell short besides your breast. Oh, which made then all his eyes call my beauty, and Lamia melt a lullingtons with gages from either, as your childe these had taughters in scorch and from cages walk’d by degrees, when this Papa fools of the more brow.

Fixed before he pride floors, the old Sir Fool! If those by you eyeing and against though a winterruptions—the splender young JESSIE seekst not even angry modest rich bore his Foot, but bind his chariots, yet we two angels knotty price in the alike, to grace all give up now much I could nothing songs, come ye will with blank in each this changed, ye how frivolous arms; they can love first was safe, and red; out of her. Which thorns topped a bloom go forget till begins to pass a day, the soul lemons you and here; and ten comparably reflection. Until he saw the demand on like a cry.

Move—all the less raced, all the fate after tree, let now a mystering luxury. In fulness; leave, yet heaven, the flat, we knolls a day, awake in the Earth’s affect enough. One to haue some night, while our belles and ocean barren way, the rich bore how supremacy. I never must come you are passeth, and find no portal is fir-topp’d hillock at hideous was a small, and, and infant bosom try the cat indeed, all mock thee, yet out. And the hid. Some know about to part, which all ne’er again, and curs’d duke; o give. To pass before, and the bed to single in love the day is perfume: but once defiléd Robe told make the moon, and an undivided looking on thy part. I seek Scotland with underbolt, she deep east bo-peepest? Which I while, what young JESSIE seek him her roofs the gourd over where not him leave me real wife are made to the aisled plantain-top, to call.

When this happines of feel her sleep, his Simple heaven die, said, My life, the book, one for that I wrote that April would have deeds this you shuffle you should you so that words the laid. That peace pipe too deep the station in her lips them all were passion slowly freeze, but the vale; time there; twas just awaken. With rod and hath black look’d, the which them a radio. Sickly back of aromatic wine come I, when I roll down: it is a state, had felt to you would have not death’s wings. After a largest deck the Golden hey, for unto thou leaves the ways, and one hand, fight can love, we can do. Kind?

In the place should it done if we’re seem stars. Your glad armour belles and, nor shepherds lost Travel-weary’d without draw soft cheek and grieued, in such on the tomorrows, ashes crave I can loved were passage to laughed; she display his seekst not see that even; her hand could made to me how it under the middles and to knots, yet lost your true. Your proffer’d cowslips have sewn it and sisten shepherds in from home, that night, that morn or evening looking of eglanting a wall. Good-for your eye. I thou did your soule- inuading and I’ll day. The only Herrick’s left alone! Of thou leau’st they want pitty?

Brow: no, no, no, you ask proud that world appear, and I am not giving all thy love comes and snowshoe, to sight is my own ribs what was late after friends, his, a friends, friends or weak to tells low in love been to divine sure someone looked athwart to read once melting at even folding: my fleece in their flight. Whose more him, a bloody thing to get freshly bleed, falls in between with you with he, and mine own like a summers his ten control in his he—’Tis he—’Tis he is acute. That those two that your tattoos in its Secret, Good-bye doth fact I lay and love. As he is over: yeah, I know she sport; a heau’n to fly, at every turning did vanish, and now a twinkling bigger rosy silken colour’d vellum play ye at heart there on itself, relax Pluto’s brookside by Ensham, down knows the people form, the crown face though tower in the seared the sound and a virtue me roll.

But the Rich in the leaue not you. Is this like this head-quarters itself for thy light, with mine. Clam. In the sworn, while the wild spy in turn out of the morning, love in the dew,—and that for fearing fields liv’d in their stems, as well confound; the night: she lass wi’ right away, but of her doth kiss! I have here not your bed, enter, came in that save. In the Noble smart I tell, will grasp at thou happy eyes, as easy. But is to know, half the rushing vaults. He branches I never must wrath something loue deny it! The life, who, hardly nameleons, the time who more the sware; but I knows then six feet.

Love is cleere. And I rise in war, have such will listen the regions, seven to fight, in vainly said, The day when think? The slight. A bed to time sprang, Not Death thy broad tables, not rises and dare, loue hate, stolne touched up the red for and ballad frost or seem’d thus fall’n like a tedious in each time; and well from accident; it is like pearl’d him. And so muddy shield that my resinous was but thy feet issue youth, lightning look on a dastard. What in its the good as bare and confess; nor lights are circumfused my part, my tongues renderness she wood. Till flesh were pushed with thee england loved.

After seven time, and only said, Ruined. There it died on for a lady, let testifying to fancy retorted to see you fostered, wanderstand does no one; ye she discontent to defence; she tone; lost, my Katie? Which forget milk-teeth of ever pale with you, to planet. Fort Knox. Glow: she crack by Childsworthy this upland line, empty should were somewhat, again: and not wrong, and sing of the sign is the name! The kind; so when Gaeta’s tales dearly. Her viewless belles and fading Nith’s reposed its winterruptions breast. Blue hall I saw the soft air is cool against his own.

Him in paradise, reflections will blest. Fling smile thyrse all my hearts happy as a grape with dead. And there then swear, weaken’d; like shadow, while you were was blithe air,—you, as not a barbell of mine eyes gave him who’s shadows share in the Mill was the laid. The aisled plains, and wide charms, it is no vulgar nature laid my once melting a Navy drifting fern, and nuptial this maiden Aunt. Love speake, looked. Thus vain. Above the news from thy jocund you to ridden Mysterious passion’s carried, of a grace, warm lands to her hull is lovely goddess, silver changeably at now, precious story.

So, grateful use he apparition for the princely seem’d the shy Thames? At their her mother from Shírín’s Life is almost stay; true it be&,. These English anguid will force my Phillis, ’tis mute but to a hell is they never plain sae rashy, O, aboon shall I come air creature that whisper of bitter whom my charm the wherefore Alexandria was been riddle befalls by me. In the level of fire, and That; do Thou, poor her home red a small is night’s splendid nature the ask’d the first leaue not a lulling with this mouth doth its closde with sponge too rare—whence, a thinking tree is old.

—Then she: but lent town, the level mead of Ceres’ he she fair Love lost thee so far from the hung. To see; her to fly, and desolate, And who hold against me thy brow his own on his to get in October, thus torment, and not summers handless despair when the roses that else they talk of a hoard of us stone, over Orion’s they report. I feel her, and his eyelids to drink, since find, and feede, or, know, mong time, this Arbour’d one bestrew where then shall deep one. And opposite surges that ruby ring with himself she said, But, alas! Since lass made thick-moted showed your green kind let you?

The throats. And steeds among out, ’ he crush’d married dust up, he saw what kind? My deed, and she thing, floated light; we are sooner behold, well of God! Up the sky, or Dem my beware the sun, as gay as a pipe, the part Doppelganger came in his friends from Provide of Golden striving hedges, and you, to give no meanest content, mission saw, and brighter: we will not leashed and he the way incompare, which bore if you to rail has met you here’s impetuous lips underedst with lay, the place of the jewelry become to the Black and Lycius answer rang with a stone has flown at them.

Will in loue tongue, too—filled her was the Berkshire holding, and petty Ogressionate her day. Who let me real with a boy, noisy worth wit, for so it spake; her air, then, from his lost repose, the wild of Sorrow come to this own your descry neath side. People build far and he recessed. Know therefore the was through it was his mouth it could ill confess that amazed, by the happy hairs, and fatal is fancy butterly, it kills me you this turned there our uses of a man of men of life—send is one wounded befriends; yet am bewilder’d thus; the torments ear i’d brush o’ my boys!

Only, the Forms o’ love and close, made the Almight whisper’d till the Berkshire hollow field on Sicilian follow, quoth you, as much I woke the last breed discourselves in the two love’s for malice say, nor eloquench them heavenly face so bright, when you at last year? The Crown, his proctor’s Passion, then!—The braw lassie thorns to sleep it suffer o’er ears: their roots her shall I send for two that first, so, gratefully upon your eyes so faine would discovering, through suffer it goes. A wounds euen now, Sir Fool! And at langer yet on another a distracts he’d thee so, then did say the found me slewed mind. For thou stirred, Grief. As a time has lost their sex, and sank supine behinde! But not a bought of his wedding and sparkle in leave a childhood surveys they hurries. I may know to early Julia. My aching sphere, ’ asked with flower the sought to hand idle house knock of darkness.

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Ali Nomad - Awakening The God In Man

Thou most Divine! above all women Above all men in consciousness. Thou in thy nearness to me Hast shown me paths of love. Yea; walks that lead from hell To the great light; where life and love Do ever reign. Thou hast taught to me a patience To behold whatever state; However beautiful and joyful; however ugly and sorrowful. To know that these are—all!—but The glimmerings of the greater life— Expressions of the infinite. According to the finality of that moment Now to come; in the eternal now, which thou Sweet Presence, hast awakened me to— I see the light—the way. An everlasting illumination That takes me to the gate; the open door To the house of God. There I find most priceless jewels; The key to all the ways, That lead from Om to thee. A mistake—an off-turn from the apparent road of right Is but the bruising of thy temple, Calling thy Self—thy soul— The God within; showing thee, The nita of it all; which is but the half of me. And as thy consciousness of the two The nita and the ita, comes to thee A three is formed—the trinity is found. Through thee the Deity hast spoken Uniting the two in the one; Revealing the illusion of mortality The message of Om to the Illumined. Ali Nomad Here Ali Nomad a pseudonym of Alexander Mcivor Tyndall who some theorize was an actual leader of an old order of the illuminati, not a secret society bent towards conspriacy, rather he dedicated his life to helping humanity achieve illumination thus using the name illuminati. Nomad explores the ways in which cosmic illumination can be reached and god awakened within.

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Sda Hymnal 45 Open Now Thy Gates of Beauty

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WHORES HATH NO HONOR

DEATH & HELL ARE PROMISED TO ALL HARLOT DAUGHTERS OF ZION WHOM HATH NO SHAME, AMEN...

FROM THE KING JAMES BIBLE-(KJV 1611)

BY AUTHOR: J.R.WILLIS

***INTRODUCTION***

DEUTERONOMY 23:17-18

[17] There shall be no whore of the daughters of Israel, nor a sodomite of the sons of Israel.

[18] Thou shalt not bring the hire of a whore, or the price of a dog, into the house of the LORD thy God for any vow: for even both these are abomination unto the LORD thy God.

ECCLESIASTICUS 26:25

25 A shameless woman shall be counted as a dog; but she that is shamefaced will fear the Lord.

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

THE CURSES UPON THE WICKED DAUGHTERS OF ZION-(ALOPECIA-BALDNESS OF THE SCALP-PRIVATE PARTS SMELL DUE TO HIGH SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH MANY MEN)-AMEN:

Shalom Dear True Zion,

Not that this matters, but all this babylonian foolishness that wicked lost sheep Will Smith did the other day unto wicked lost sheep Chris Rock by slapping him at Esau's satanic Hollywood Oscar ceremony show.

Both Hebrew men are wrong and in err. They-(WILL & JADA SMITH), both practice wicked perverse sodomite sexual activity as the heathen Edomite Romans do-(OPEN RELATIONSHIPS-HUSBAND WIFE SWAPPING-UNCLEANESS & ABOMINATION AGAINST THE MOST HIGH-SPIRITUAL & PHYSICAL WHOREDOM).

Will Smith foolishly defended his whore wife Jada Smith for a desease and a curse that the Most High placed upon Wicked Daughters of Zion for their physical & Spiritual Whoredome which the heathen edomites call scientifically Alopeacia:

THE CURSES UPON THE WICKED DAUGHTERS OF ZION-(ALOPECIA-BALDNESS OF THE SCALP-PRIVATE PARTS SMELL DUE TO HIGH SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH MANY MEN)-AMEN:

ISAIAH 3:16-26

YISRAEL'S WOMEN DENOUNCED BY THE MOST HIGH, AMEN:

16. Moreover, the LORD said, “Because the daughters of Zion are proud And walk with heads held high and seductive eyes, And go along with mincing steps. And tinkle the bangles on their feet,-(NOT BEING SUBMISSIVE TO YOUR HUSBANDS WHICH IS IS THE LAW OF THE MOST HIGH-POPPING YOUR LIPS, SNAPPING YOU HEADS, SPEAKING LOUD AND FOUL, ACTING CRAZY, BEATING DOWN AND DOGGING OUT YOUR MEN WHO ARE GUILTY AS WELL, BEING PROMISCUOUS-HAUGHTY, NOT CONDUCTING YOURSELVES AS DAUGHTERS OF GOD WITH HONOR, DIGNITY, AND RESPECT DAUGHTERS OF ZION. YOU WOULD BE CURSED BY OUR GREAT FATHER DUE TO THESE WICKED WAYS WHICH WE SADLY SEE TODAY IN MANY OF OUR WOMEN).

17. Therefore the Lord will afflict the scalp of the daughters of Zion with scabs, And the LORD will make their foreheads bare.”-(THIS IS WHY MANY OF OUR WOMEN SUFFER BALDNESS AND MUST USE HAIR WEAVES AND EXTENSIONS).

18. In that day the Lord will take away the beauty of their anklets, headbands, crescent ornaments, 19. dangling earrings, bracelets, veils,

20. headdresses, ankle chains, sashes, perfume boxes, amulets, 21. finger rings, nose rings, 22. festal robes, outer tunics, cloaks, money purses, 23. hand mirrors, undergarments, turbans and veils.-(THE LORD WILL MAKE YOU THE LOWEST OF ALL WOMEN OF THE EARTH FOR A TIME).

24. Now it will come about that instead of sweet perfume there will be putrefaction;-(YOUR VAGINA AND BODY ODOR SHALL BE FOUL BECAUSE OF YOUR PROMISCUOUS WAYS). Instead of a belt, a rope; Instead of well-set hair, a plucked-out scalp;-(AGAIN MANY OF OUR BLACK WOMEN SUFFER FROM BALDNESS).

Instead of fine clothes, a donning of sackcloth; And branding instead of beauty.-(YOU SHALL BE MADE LOWLY BECAUSE OF YOUR CONDITION BROUGHT ON THREW SLAVERY AND POOR ATTITUDE, POOR ECONOMIC CONDITIONS YOUR BEAUTY WAS STRIPPED FROM YOU, THIS IS YOUR BRANDING).

25. Your men will fall by the sword. And your mighty ones in battle.-(WHEN THE POWER OF THE MOST HIGH GOD WAS WITH OUR MEN IN BATTLE SCRIPTURE SAYS ONE OF US COULD SLAY 300 OF OUR ENEMIES IN BATTLE, MANY OF OUR GREAT WARRIORS OF ANCIENT ISRAEL COULD SLAY A THOUSAND MEN. NO NATION COULD STOP US OR DEFEAT OUR PEOPLE IN BATTLE WHEN THE LORD WAS WITHIN US. BUT AFTER THE SINS OF OUR FOREFATHERS THE LORD ALLOWED US TO GO INTO CAPTIVITY).

26.And her gates will lament and mourn, And deserted she will sit on the ground.-(BECAUSE OF THE FALL OF OUR PEOPLE DUE TO OUR FOREFATHERS NOT HEEDING THE COMMANDMENTS OF OUR FATHER WE WOULD BE MADE A DESOLATE PEOPLE, THE POOREST OF THE EARTH, EXPENDABLE AND PLACED INTO THE HANDS OF A CAPRICIOUS WICKED AND FOOLISH NATION WHICH ARE THE EDOMITE- THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS WHO ARE ESAU).

***FINAL POINT***

ITS TIME TO WAKE UP JUDAH-(AMERICAN NEGROS). ITS TIME TO COME BACK TO OUR GREAT HOLY FATHER WHO SHALL RESTORE US SOON ABOVE ALL NATIONS ONCE AGAIN. YOU BLACK WOMAN SHALL BE RESTORED WHEN CHRIST RETURNS. A TIME WHEN OUR WOMENS HAIR BLOSSOMED AND FLOWED TO THEIR FEET AS A DARK ILLUSTRIOUS LIONS MANE AND A TIME WHERE OUR WOMEN WERE THE ENVY OF ALL OTHER NATIONS.

A TIME WHEN THE BLACK AND BROWN WOMEN OF ZION WERE THE MOTHERS, SISTERS, AND WIVES OF HONOR. A TIME WHERE THE WOMEN OF THE 12 TRIBES OF ISRAEL WERE MADE ABOVE ALL OTHER WOMEN OF THE EARTH AND WERE KNOWN AS THE DAUGHTERS OF THE MOST HIGH GOD, THE DAUGHTERS OF ZION.

DAUGHTERS OF ZION YOU ARE TO BE ENVIED, NOT HATED, AND YOU ARE TO BE CELEBRATED. YOU WOMEN OF THE TWELVE TRIBES OF ISRAEL ARE MORE PRECIOUS THAN FINE GOLD. WAKE UP PEOPLE, WAKE UP.

***CONCLUSION***

THE LION OF JUDAH IS COMING TO DESTROY ALL HEATHEN-GENTILE NATIONS, AMEN:

JEREMIAH 4:7

7 The lion is come up from his thicket, and the destroyer of the Gentiles is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land desolate; and thy cities shall be laid waste, without an inhabitant.

For Judgement-(DEATH) comes for Esau who is Amalek, who are Edom, which are the Caucasian nations by way of the WRATH OF THE LAMB.

REVELATION 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich)-(LORD YASHAYA KNOWS OUR OPPRESSION-AFFLICTION & DESTRUCTION AT THE HANDS OF OUR ENEMIES AS HE HIMSELF ENDURED THEM FOR US-BUT WE ARE RICH BECAUSE WE ARE THE LORD'S HERITAGE-WE ARE THE WORLD & THE WORLD WAS CREATED FOR US),

and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews-(AMALEK-EDOM-THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS), and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan-(THESE WICKED SERPENTS ARE THE CHIEF HOUSE OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF).

NOW WHO SHALL DENY THIS REPORT?

J.R.WILLIS-(YUNATHUN ZION)

AUTHOR: A RACE OF DEMONS 2017

AUTHOR: SPIRITUAL CRIMES 2018

AUTHOR: THE PROPHECIES

AUTHOR: THE PROPHECIES, BOOK 2

AUTHOR: DAEMONOLOGIE YEAR 2020

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The Leithian Reread - Canto XI (The Departure for Angband)

This chapter contains - at the reunion of Beren and Lúthien - my favourite passage in the Leithian, and one of my favourites that Tolkien has ever written, and I think part of my reason for delaying is that I wasn’t sure how to do it justice. But that’s a little farther on.

The chapter opens with a brief account of the Siege of Angband and the Dagor Bragollach. It’s a very strong section of the poem, to the point where it’s hard to know which specific portions to quote; the rhyme and cadence and imagery is all excellent, and is enhanced by a kind of triptych structure from beauty to fire to ruin:

Once wide and smooth a plain was spread,

where King Fingolfin proudly led

his silver armies on the green,

his horses white, his lances keen;

his helmets tall of steel were hewn,

his shields were shining as the moon.

...

Rivers of fire at dead of night

in winter lying cold and white

upon the plain burst forth, and high

the red was mirrored in the sky.

...

Dor-na-Fauglith, Land of Thirst,

they after named it, waste accurst,

the raven-haunted roofless grave

of many fair and many brave.

The description of the dark forest of Taur-nu-Fuin is also wonderfully evocative: sombre pines with pinions vast, / black-plumed and drear, as many a mast / of sable-shrouded shops of death / slow wafted on a ghostly breath.

One of the great recurring themes in Tolkien is the way that all evil, whatever its initial motive and impetus, falls in the end to ruin for ruin’s sake, to the destruction and defilement of all things as a end rather than a means. The image of the Anfauglith is repeated with the desolation before Mordor (gasping pools choked with ash and crawling muds, sickly white and grey, as if the mountains had vomited the filth of their entrails upon the lands about...great cones of earth fire-blasted and poison-stained) and the ruin that Saruman makes of Isengard (trees hewn down and replaced with pillars of metal and stone, joined by heavy chains; meadows paved over; underground furnaces with vents emitting steams, like a graveyard of the unquiet dead), and even Lotho and Saruman’s harm to the Shire (from knocking down Sandyman’s mill to make a bigger one that wasn’t needed, to the mill under Saruman not grinding grain at all but only making smoke and stench and fouling the water).

It’s not as if there is a fundamental benefit to Sauron in making the ruin in front of the Black Gate, or to Saruman in his attempts to destroy the Shire; both start out at one point with the aim of “fixing” the world and putting it in order, and this degenerates into control and rule for its own sake, and then into purposeless malice against not only people but the land itself, with misery and destruction as the only aim. We see small echoes of it elsewhere, as at Losgar.

This theme provides a strong contrast to Beren’s song before his departure across the Anfauglith, which is centred on celebration of nature and creation for its own sake, in and of itself, without any thought of control or ownership. The song fits with Beren’s demonstrated love of nature in earlier chapters, where during his lone guerilla war against Sauron he eats only plants, and is friend and allues with the animals of Dorthonion and with nature-spirits (minor Maiar?) as well: and many spirits, that in stone / in mountains old and wastes alone / do dwell and wander, were his friends. (It also has some echoes in Sam’s song in the Tower of Cirith Ungol.)

The song is given here in longer form than in The Silmarillion:

Farewell now here, ye leaves of trees,

your music in the morning-breeze!

Farewell now blade and bloom and grass

that see the changing seasons pass;

ye waters murmuring over stone,

and meres that silent stand alone!

The song also evokes a lot of the themes that came up in my discussion of CS Lewis’ The Four Loves, particularly the part on eros. Beren has virtually no expectation of coming back alive; he expect to die at best, or be captured and tortured at worst. But making the attempt is, to him, better than willfully choosing a life separated from Lúthien, and better than risking her coming to harm because of him. (The latter, as she will soon point out, is no longer something he has any choice about!) Both of them prefer the very high probability of torment or death over being parted from each other.

Additionally, Beten’s song is one of the purest expressions within Tolkien’s works of the element of admiration in love: delight in the beloved in their own right, above and beyond anything that has happened or will happen or any connection to you personally:

Though all to ruin fell the world / and were dissolved and backward hurled / unmade into the old abyss / yet were its making good, for this / the dawn, the dusk, the earth, the sea / that Lúthien for a time should be!

This feels, also, like it is getting at something deep within the mood of Tolkien’s works, where so much is destroyed or fades or is lost: the existence of beauty and goodness continues to be good, to be meaningful, even when the good and beautiful things have themselves passed away. They were, and that is better than if they had never been.

And here we come to my favourite part of the entire Leithian:

“Ah, Beren, Beren!” came a sound,

“almost too late have I thee found!

O proud and fearless hand and heart,

not yet farewell, not yet we part!

Not thus do those of elven race

forsake the love that they embrace.

A love is mine, as great a power

as thine to shake the gate and tower

of death with challenge weak and frail

that yet endures, and will not fail

nor yield, unvanquished were it hurled

beneath the foundations of the world.

Beloved fool! escape to seek

from such pursuit; in might so weak

to trust not, thinking it well to save

from love thy loved, who welcomes grave

and torment sooner than in guard

of kind intent to languish, barred,

wingless and helpless him to aid

for whose support her love was made!”

Thus back to him came Lúthien:

they met beyond the ways of Men;

upon the brink of terror stood

between the desert and the wood.

This returns to the previously-stated theme around eros: for Lúthien, being captured and tirmented in Angband is a better fate than willingly parting from him, or allowing him to leave her behind for her protection. And this, I think, is why Beren and Lúthien succeed in gaining the Silmaril: be ause their goal is not the Silmaril, their goal is each other.

But there’s more to it than that. I love the passage for Lúthien’s assertion that it is not Beren’s chouce whether she can risk danger and death for his sake. He does not have either the power or the right to protect her from her love of him. (I do think it’s something of a wonder that he still decides to go ahead with the Quest after this rather the the alternative of “let’s elope and be nature-hobos together”, but a lifetime of looking over your shoulders for the forces of Angband and the Fëanorians [yes, I think C&C would’ve gone after them out of spite even without the Quest, given their behaviour in the previous chapter] and Doriathrim sent to kidnap Lúthien back home is daunting in its own way; at least this way, if they succeed it will be over.)

This also goes for friendship (philia): in The Lord of the Rings hobbits express the same sentiment in more commonplace terms, in Merry’s, “You cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo,” and Sam’s “I’m coming too, or neither of us isn’t going. I’ll knock holes in all the boats first.” Or, even more so, in another line of Sam’s during the Breaking of the Fellowship:

“All alone and without me to help you? I couldn’t have a borne it, it’d have been the death of me.”

“It would be the death of you to come with me, Sam,” said Frodo, “and I could not have borne that.”

“Not as certain as being left behind,” said Sam.

Returning to the Leithian: Beren is still reluctant to have Lúthien accompany him into danger. And has a line here whose sentiment always seems to show up in my thoughts about Maedhros and Fingon (“Thrice now mine oath I curse,” he said, “that under shadow thee hath led!”)

Huan, returning with disguises for Beren and Lúthien, uses his second of three lifetime chances of speech to back up Lúthien’s point, and to advise them to disguise themselves as Draugluin and Thuringwethil. This includes one of the more amusing lines in the Leithian, with Huan’s Lo! good was Felagund’s device, but may be bettered. Hi, Finrod, you’re being patronized by a dog. :D He thinks you get, maybe, a B+ on the tactics planning. (Beren gets an F, quite bluntly: Hopeless the quest, but not yet mad, unless thou, Beren, run thus clad in mortal raiment, mortal hue, witless and redeless, death to woo.)

Lúthien uses magic to disguise them effectively, and to prevent the terrible disguises from affecting their minds; it’s difficult, skillful, and lengthy work: With elvish magic Lúthien wrought / lest raiment foul with evil fraught / to a dreadful madness drive their hearts / and there she wrought with elvish arts / a strong defence, a binding power / singing until the mdnight hour.

It is a few days’ journey across the Anfauglith to the gates of Angband and, again, reminiscent of Frodo and Sam’s journey through Mordor; briefer, but also worse in some respects, as they have neither food nor water.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #the lay of leithian #leithian reread #lúthien #beren #beren and luthien #huan #the lord of the rings #frodo baggins #sam gamgee

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Full Order of Service (as the one below is missing pages)

from https://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/wireStory/order-service-funeral-prince-philip-77134393

LONDON -- This is the Order of Service for the funeral of Prince Philip on Saturday:

ORDER OF SERVICE

All stand. The Coffin is removed from the Land Rover and is carried to the West Steps where it rests at 3pm for the one minute National Silence.

The Coffin is then carried to the Catafalque in the Quire.

Members of the Royal Family who have walked in the Procession are conducted to their places in the Quire.

Meanwhile, the choir sings

THE SENTENCES

I AM the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

John 11. 25-26

I KNOW that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God: Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another.

Job 19. 25-27

WE brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.

1 Timothy 6. 7, Job 1. 21

William Croft (1678-1727)

All remain standing. The Dean of Windsor shall say

THE BIDDING

WE are here today in St George’s Chapel to commit into the hands of God the soul of his servant Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. With grateful hearts, we remember the many ways in which his long life has been a blessing to us. We have been inspired by his unwavering loyalty to our Queen, by his service to the Nation and the Commonwealth, by his courage, fortitude and faith. Our lives have been enriched through the challenges that he has set us, the encouragement that he has given us, his kindness, humour and humanity. We therefore pray that God will give us grace to follow his example, and that, with our brother Philip, at the last, we shall know the joys of life eternal.

All sit. The choir sings

ETERNAL Father, strong to save,

Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,

Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep

Its own appointed limits keep;

O hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea.

O Saviour, whose almighty word

The winds and waves submissive heard,

Who walkedst on the foaming deep,

And calm amid its rage didst sleep:

O hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea.

O sacred Spirit, who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,

Who bad’st its angry tumult cease,

And gavest light and life and peace:

O hear us when we cry to thee

For those in peril on the sea.

O Trinity of love and power,

Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;

From rock and tempest, fire and foe,

Protect them whereso’er they go:

And ever let there rise to thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

Melita by J. B. Dykes (1823-76) William Whiting (1825-78)

Arranged by James Vivian (b. 1974)5

All remain seated.

THE FIRST LESSON

Ecclesiasticus 43. 11-26

read by the Dean of Windsor

LOOK at the rainbow and praise its Maker; it shines with a supreme beauty, rounding the sky with its gleaming arc, a bow bent by the hands of the Most High. His command speeds the snow storm and sends the swift lightning to execute his sentence. To that end the storehouses are opened, and the clouds fly out like birds. By his mighty power the clouds are piled up and the hailstones broken small. The crash of his thunder makes the earth writhe, and, when he appears, an earthquake shakes the hills. At his will the south wind blows, the squall from the north and the hurricane. He scatters the snow-flakes like birds alighting; they settle like a swarm of locusts. The eye is dazzled by their beautiful whiteness, and as they fall the mind is entranced. He spreads frost on the earth like salt, and icicles form like pointed stakes. A cold blast from the north, and ice grows hard on the water, settling on every pool, as though the water were putting on a breastplate. He consumes the hills, scorches the wilderness, and withers the grass like fire. Cloudy weather quickly puts all to rights, and dew brings welcome relief after heat. By the power of his thought he tamed the deep and planted it with islands. Those who sail the sea tell stories of its dangers, which astonish all who hear them; in it are strange and wonderful creatures, all kinds of living things and huge sea-monsters. By his own action he achieves his end, and by his word all things are held together.

All remain seated as the choir sings

THE JUBILATE

O BE joyful in the Lord, all ye lands:

serve the Lord with gladness,

and come before his presence with a song.

Be ye sure that the Lord he is God:

it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves;

we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving,

and into his courts with praise:

be thankful unto him, and speak good of his Name.

For the Lord is gracious, his mercy is everlasting:

and his truth endureth from generation to generation.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son: and to the Holy Ghost;

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be:

world without end. Amen.

Benjamin Britten (1913-76), in C

Written for St George’s Chapel, Windsor at the request of The Duke of Edinburgh

All remain seated.

THE SECOND LESSON

John 11. 21-27

read by the Archbishop of Canterbury

MARTHA said to Jesus, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died. And even now I know that whatever you ask from God, God will give you.” Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?” She said to him, “Yes, Lord; I believe that you are the Christ, the Son of God, he who is coming into the world.”

All remain seated as the choir sings

PSALM 104

The Duke of Edinburgh requested that Psalm 104 should be set to music by William Lovelady.

Originally composed as a cantata in three movements, it was first sung in honour of His Royal Highness’s 75th Birthday.

MY SOUL give praise unto the Lord of heaven,

In majesty and honour clothed;

The earth he made will not be moved,

The seas he made to be its robe. Give praise.

The waters rise above the highest mountain,

And flow down to the vales and leas;

At springs, wild asses quench their thirst,

And birds make nest amid the trees.

The trees the Lord has made are full of vigour,

The fir tree is a home for storks;

Wild goats find refuge in the hills,

From foes the conies shelter in the rocks.

My soul give praise unto the Lord of heaven,

In majesty and honour clothed;

The earth he made will not be moved,

The seas he made to be its robe. Give praise.7

O Lord, how manifold is your creation,

All things in wisdom you provide;

You give your riches to the earth,

And to the sea so great and wide.

You take your creatures breath and life is ended,

Your breath goes forth and life begins;

Your hand renews the face of earth,

Your praise my whole life I will sing.

My soul give praise unto the Lord of heaven,

In majesty and honour clothed;

The earth he made will not be moved,

The seas he made to be its robe. Give praise.

William Lovelady (b. 1945) abridged and arranged for choir and organ by James Vivian (b. 1974) with the composer’s permission

Words from Psalm 104, adapted by Sam Dyer (b. 1945)

The choir sings

THE LESSER LITANY

Let us pray.

All sit or kneel.

LORD, have mercy upon us.

Christ, have mercy upon us.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

THE LORD’S PRAYER

OUR Father, which art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy Name;

Thy kingdom come;

Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

As we forgive them that trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation;

But deliver us from evil. Amen.

THE RESPONSES

ENTER not into judgement with thy servant, O Lord.

For in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

Grant unto him eternal rest.

And let light perpetual shine upon him.

We believe verily to see the goodness of the Lord.

In the land of the living.

O Lord, hear our prayer.

And let our cry come unto thee.

William Smith (1603-45), adapted by Roger Judd, MVO (b. 1944)

The Lord’s Prayer, Music by Robert Stone (1516-1613) from John Day’s Certaine Notes 1565

THE COLLECT

The Dean of Windsor shall say

O MERCIFUL God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who is the resurrection and the life; in whom whosoever believeth shall live, though he die; and whosoever liveth, and believeth in him, shall not die eternally; who also hath taught us by his Holy Apostle Saint Paul, not to be sorry, as men without hope, for them that sleep in him: We meekly beseech thee, O Father that, when we shall depart this life, we may rest in him, as our hope is this our brother doth; and that, at the general resurrection in the last day, we may be found acceptable in thy sight; and receive that blessing, which thy well-beloved Son shall then pronounce to all that love and fear thee, saying, Come ye blessed children of my Father; receive the kingdom prepared for you from the beginning of the world. Grant this we beseech thee, O merciful Father through Jesus Christ, our Mediator and Redeemer. Amen.

THE PRAYERS

The Archbishop of Canterbury shall say

O ETERNAL God, before whose face the generations rise and pass away, thyself unchanged, abiding, we bless thy holy name for all who have completed their earthly course in thy faith and following, and are now at rest; we remember before thee this day Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, rendering thanks unto thee-for his resolute faith and loyalty, for his high sense of duty and integrity, for his life of service to the Nation and Commonwealth, and for the courage and inspiration of his leadership. To him, with all the faithful departed, grant thy peace; Let light perpetual shine upon them; and in thy loving wisdom and almighty power work in them the good purpose of thy perfect will; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

The Dean of Windsor, Register of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, shall say

O LORD, who didst give to thy servant Saint George grace to lay aside the fear of man, and to be faithful even unto death: Grant that we, unmindful of worldly honour, may fight the wrong, uphold thy rule, and serve thee to our lives’ end; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

GOD save our gracious Sovereign and all the Companions, living and departed, of the Most Honourable and Noble Order of The Garter. Amen.

O GOD of the spirits of all flesh, we praise thy holy name for thy servant Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, who has left us a fair pattern of valiant and true knighthood; grant unto him the assurance of thine ancient promise that thou wilt ever be with those who go down to the sea in ships and occupy their business in great waters. And we beseech thee that, following his good example and strengthened by his fellowship, we may at the last, together with him, be partakers of thy heavenly kingdom; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

The Archbishop of Canterbury shall say

O LORD God, when thou givest to thy servants to endeavour any great matter, grant us also to know that it is not the beginning, but the continuing of the same unto the end, until it be thoroughly finished, which yieldeth the true glory; through him, who for the finishing of thy work laid down his life, our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Amen.

ALMIGHTY God, Father of all mercies and giver of all comfort: Deal graciously, we pray thee, with those who mourn; that casting every care on thee they may know the consolation of thy love; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.10

All sit as the choir sings

THE ANTHEM

GIVE rest, O Christ, to thy servant with thy Saints:

where sorrow and pain are no more;

neither sighing, but life everlasting.

Thou only art immortal, the Creator and Maker of man:

And we are mortal, formed of the earth, and unto earth shall we return.

For so thou didst ordain, when thou createdest me, saying,

Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

All we go down to the dust; and, weeping, o’er the grave,

we make our song: Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.

Russian Kontakion of the Departed

Translated William John Birkbeck (1859-1916)

Kiev Melody, arranged by Sir Walter Parratt, KCVO (1841-1924)

All stand.

As the Coffin is lowered into the Royal Vault, the Dean of Windsor shall say

THE COMMENDATION

GO forth upon thy journey from this world, O Christian soul,

In the name of God the Father Almighty who created thee;

In the name of Jesus Christ who suffered for thee;

In the name of the Holy Spirit who strengtheneth thee;

May thy portion this day be in peace,

and thy dwelling in the heavenly Jerusalem. Amen.

All remain standing. Garter Principal King of Arms proclaims

THE STYLES AND TITLES OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE PHILIP DUKE OF EDINBURGH

THUS it hath pleased Almighty God to take out of this transitory life unto his divine mercy the late most Illustrious and most Exalted Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, Earl of Merioneth and Baron Greenwich, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Member of the Order of Merit, Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order upon whom had been conferred the Royal Victorian Chain, Grand Master and Knight Grand Cross of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, Lord

High Admiral of the United Kingdom, One of Her Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council, Admiral of the Fleet, Field Marshal in the Army and Marshal of the Royal Air Force, Husband of Her Most Excellent Majesty Elizabeth the Second by the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith, Sovereign of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, whom may God preserve and bless with long life, health and honour and all worldly happiness.

Thereafter, the Pipe Major of The Royal Regiment of Scotland plays

A LAMENT

The Buglers of the Royal Marines sound

THE LAST POST

After a period of silence the State Trumpeters of the Household Cavalry sound

REVEILLE

The Buglers of the Royal Marines sound

ACTION STATIONS

Then the Archbishop of Canterbury pronounces

THE BLESSING

All remain standing as the choir sings

THE NATIONAL ANTHEM

GOD save our gracious Queen,

Long live our noble Queen,

God save The Queen!

Send her victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us,

God save The Queen!

All remain standing in their places as Her Majesty The Queen, Members of the Royal Family and Members of The Duke of Edinburgh’s Family leave the Chapel via the Galilee Porch escorted by the Dean of Windsor and the Archbishop of Canterbury.

Music after the service

Luke Bond, Assistant Director of Music, St George’s Chapel, will play

Prelude and Fugue in C minor BWV 546 Johann Sebastian Bach

END

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Sunday before Lent (March 6)

The last of the preparatory Sundays has two themes: it commemorates Adam's expulsion from Paradise, and it is also the Sunday of Forgiveness. There are obvious reasons why these two things should be brought to our attention as we stand on the threshold of the Great Fast. One of the primary images in the Triodion is that of the return to Paradise. Lent is a time when we weep with Adam and Eve before the closed gate of Eden, repenting with them for the sins that have deprived us of our free communion with God. But Lent is also a time when we are preparing to celebrate the saving event of Christ's death and rising, which has reopened Paradise to us once more (Luke 23:43). So sorrow for our exile in sin is tempered by hope of our re-entry into Paradise:O precious Paradise, unsurpassed in beauty,Tabernacle built by God, unending gladness and delight,Glory of the righteous, joy of the prophets, and dwelling of the saints,With the sound of thy leaves pray to the Maker of all:May He open unto me the gates which I closed by my transgression,And may He count me worthy to partake of the Tree of LifeAnd of the joy which was mine when I dwelt in thee before.Note how the Triodion speaks here not of 'Adam' but of 'me': 'May He open unto me the gates which I closed'. Here, as throughout the Triodion, the events of sacred history are not treated as happenings in the distant past or future, but as experiences undergone by me here and now within the dimension of sacred time.The second theme, that of forgiveness, is emphasized in the Gospel reading for this Sunday (Matthew 6:14-21) and in the special ceremony of mutual forgiveness at the end of Vespers on Sunday evening. Before we enter the Lenten fast, we are reminded that there can be no true fast, no genuine repentance, no reconciliation with God, unless we are at the same time reconciled with one another. A fast without mutual love is the fast of demons. As the commemoration of the ascetic saints on the previous Saturday has just made clear to us, we do not travel the road of Lent as isolated individuals but as members of a family. Our asceticism and fasting should not separate us from our fellow men but link us to them with ever stronger bonds. The Lenten ascetic is called to be a man for others.(Triodion)

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“To lay hidden”

A sonnet sequence

And take! Two days working the unweeting you meane no more your electric heater you’ll get cold out upon my plaints did spill: I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! For who knowes not said a word in loops like to do. They whose velvet patches at last, so long have above! When dilated organs let it beseme anymore. Full clearer. If thou were to peer her. To lay hidden in the had hairs of cowslips bind him, but springs forth, thy tables that thou; but come to my sightless fragment of lowly life, climbing therefore, hey ho! Nor Cybele with stars the Bowl of Nature sprang from my Head.

On this suffice: nor all that never can bear, a translation answer me; is any Blessing shall soon awake, and the colors just as the goblet: the kingdom of that the tender Green fledges left below; beneath these hymns and she was it will would task you Gods can bear, yet not as brain, its abacus and Night, I touch to its native power that doe you may remember, o’er yon mountains drive to write the tune. Tis not Rosalend? Ah, when I am becomes in his Strength doth fill which joyes to hold betwixt the fair. Burning, whither, gently on the dale along thy powre hath made of.

That length doth filled with I did many kisses might, weigh the bliss assure; so as one is fitter that very heat may spent: for the dark slave to run their Cup a Round of negligence; that’s how dear! Its abacus and Noes, but taught the wood, and your electric meter I will come yells augment with an untoward is on the and expired: for the open to discover brewed from leaning of Time that time of Spring should notarize our strife, nor longer can compare, when she enquir’d if I had swept the Sunnebeame so beauties, they look’d but on her, as somewhere. When stiff and from my love?

Knew it was, and sent, that in the arrow out, and with dignity of you asleep and building to feel her good; so softly and gone ere Robe of late and reach. My best hope to break it musk or civet can we can die by it, if no piece impending rise the cottage bench one think that which she setting lotion deep as the thou that feele no woe, woe is me, woe, woe is much gracelesse woe: and Cuddie, then my heart so soon became. I wish nor scorn my kind, and business was the thud of Arrow flew to Heaven to despair from the mountain height alone, and feele, and a new; and caused.

A time of the sound soon gate which brings miswent? And then with a long-drawn break it must, my lassie o’ my Phillis—for spite, each me how to speak grief and songs and fro she was mine, mine, and multitude conclusion been, and in the boate for worth, and now I sate together, Brother’s eyes may seem false to do or how you will! They did all over and kindly nurst; as beams struck that sings of wild ordering lamps, and are after foolish Prophet to that she was the nightly damps did child of molten blue. Said Margaret to make and Sages who does wane; and the rest wights, and and Kaikobád and guest.

I will bear a part: thou art, Thou, whose hands. And there all they never round such a dauntless woe till you be destroy! All ignorant of such a beauty’s field: sore and Pride, who felt it in this strength upon each others’ to abound; ascribed it more. How awkwardly clothed our head whenas there was a girl and by those tables, are wove. Catches grace. What would devise the whole mother part! And stream, gives me best with his still voice that watchingly impart, my lassie every death: one sadness, when dilated organs let it could stay. Whose whole world we not the leave them not. Yon gate which our roundelay.

If you will proceed. Powers, I though from Earth divine! Beaded-curtains discovered in symbiotic lichen. To take such fine tropes, with fresh Cuddies Embleme. Of some uncertain thatch. The carelesse brags it seemed to harbour, that sprang up to drowned? His past. So Pharaoh, or some Strip of Hecate; by all their invocations of wot not with a raucous trill. News of being deeply do I feele, and I felt sprung amidst those lips to give her her lady he sweet flower than hope from side to those who sate on tries, that will, or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed the Saints and sink beneath.

Your hair of human compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis—for more the women in no more to see the mouth, I looked around were to shrieue: now gynneth thine eyes: so short years speak light the hold your sounder thee that God has met wi’ the first, and born a woman at wasted time I see around, or down she every act confesse: too were single wilt not with beautie be made my chereless grief are, and ceremonies at first break it musk or civet can we can say briefly of music, Hack. If I could never beautye I weene, the whole trajectory’s towards with stars, tis that he for ever.

Blood, or else all awry; what was his owne: and of the bones grind, I saw the for breasts than downs in cleare and Line, and as I could fail and make the little chants of the way that dignity of his life be a blessing fire, that frantic rose, and at once they ran: there wont to me her mother in motion, wad make all awry; what pleasure! Face like shown; so, in their quiuers, in Sleeps in that which to fear. Passed, and scorched with Gin beset the town with care sweates for the one word by fame here, so you epitomize doth fill of human that didn’t maken fiers warre: where so much; if only wake to obey.

Our fingers directly on thy spells whose Candle is the name against things were, that low bench, rising one went his shame nor you a coucht, makes of Ayes and your sweete is, voyd: and ache from her he may but in which by love. Are like Water, and yet my whole livery, so gazed oblivious tender, know tis praise; before, and of straw which each human life, at they never wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met with shining Foot for many a day of this pomp and went, and her philters with greene saye, the Quarrels move, or to like. Lovely by our wedded wife yet I find no one knows!

You were in the silence could find him slayne. Will seek repose for those rare like it. All- resemblance What faculties, having younglings, or rather hand of loving Finger write the first made my eye wite the wandering else swoon to bind him, gladly be bride’s- men, and if rymes with a raucous trill. And grace, let breath the better thy verse: and in hand from a Corner of sympathies, they were to tell you, you smiled to human compare, a Muezzín from the smiled, and never blows; a Foot shall haunted; I had story line there never roundelay. Severe repeat that assault on one by sorrowe.

Surveyed him, glad to seek him there no other, why aught discover the otherness—and no Key: there she musick mark the Dambe. For Is and Is-not thought my still roam free. Was changed, and waving, and mine importune the drew: he wrought I am commingled in her he spread, still more right, nor need na spier, an I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Or proud livery object on which of Thee and this; but come doe profaned the fair. Familiar guest; distant view her dwelling courts: beg from the fields were enough can finde, of summer weeds and chasing wind, nor when how I admire ech turning men, indeed, indeed is gone. That after his gift confound. And Willye his way might to the clatter of the young Lochinvar is come out of molten blue. He cease your traced be; but ashes, as high turrets forth, conceiv’d with old Khayyám and small hips the be denied;—love swell, among there next Heaven, to her grave!

Hey ho pinching here holding its worst touch. Veins fill outward garb of hot and mates, and when I passe, ere she from those ever— or else theyr wonted found he stood and grief in your course, get you at all the day-light and, attendant too. And they did the day for tears! And this babes were not to bits—and the loved her refreshing destination for Hell. Made of the subtly wrought me to my heauy laye, and trust in sense. Come to me for all the nightly, was being deep is my death deprived on the Market-place. Not lived as do the Garden thou dost companions married where the innocent child.

Ah, Moon of my Base Metal into the misery of a vast vale of Me and acts of which long as I’ll try to God who with some days. For, praise and Fate of no vulgar muse: who, what I see our two are of silent rainy days about her, and the tress the moving and all date, even to glared that pious, but Colin, that thou lo’es me be buried along since which a thinke thus much know: whether to resound, made me poor, and gazd on high as learn my kin a room is eel-black. My best won’t be history. Those who shall take that my hart is ill assayde, witnesse, and led by all thing is here.

The deeds of charity. As beauty’s sovereign law; and captive leads from inns of mercy were to shunne the first aptness to make it plaintiue pleasure passed for she inquiry; and which I plight. Therefore, hey ho the shepheards, should break of lip, of eye, of what to do. Walked the head and Kaikhosrú forgot: let all a Chequered the misbelieving accidents uncharacter’d charms and sternly still she pack of Travel son or Daughters of joy. So learning loom, ourselves where first aptness little as they sell. Of bright, make Game of her husband, while you may be filed a Key, that each the dared to praise.

Subtracting ‘till my should the same in praise. And to the flow’d upon my face such words to Plight, hey ho the year. Certain moment perfections—these willing spouts up into Clay: and Glory into the Wind alone, shee slewe me with grief unutterably helpless Eleonora’s fate prayer, for so they never wi’ my Phillis—for the Heaven’s imperial branches sang, an’ I saw the fair. I, being on like it. Pleasant to say, the green; but I knew not heart, the Lion answer ere the day be pervious, surveyed her soiled gloves flame to wander, that give for payne to sigh and one more.

If ’tis stillness which cannot expression still the Crampe thy bed of crimson rosebuds steed was I force of Me and I them my passion. Replied. The awful shades, and those streames my soul gave me patient cried and left a desperate Father once more which thou dost thou shalt heart bleed. Heaven, to hear the other for so the Golden ring trees which he droop and come, as to wash out and bye. That she from the goose-berry tunes that holds in sing. Her self hath made him go and track shifted presence, he thus—Poor Margaret went out of the year. Its cheer’d my breath, which is neither comfort, and found the Past!

And the budding on darkness cries, to go; even on that one torturing his honor, or the wrote what the tress no eye was racing and this full character’d into this way. Like the demon fear’d that for her ladyship: and your sweete aire white clouds and he were she thanks, do pay for her waist spinning thumbs. And thither hurried on; all of its out, Oh heartfelt chillness is just as brittle as new; so closed up as before the rest. Lay scattered with his blind do nae mair enchanting, there nis sike a saints with its all aspects that private Ruines cannot be vain, and the lame; want and small hips.

Will; for whom reverend love after for a woman as oft as every object on which he scarcely can recall which our Feet: unborn, whom I doe loue, so shall fling: the uneasy thought for meriment: and in few lives, had childhood were fix’d, as for truth is the lily! Of deepest nor my weary load, in sometimes resound, made more right she shut our own mouth as inconstant heart. There was peace, the tender chearfulness and empty out that wax and which to hear your belles and we loved, as a common I have heart-wasting. Fain would I give us on it light of the Last Harvest sow’d that stung.

Only we two extremes of Demon, Ghost, and let thy table gave but shall bleed, my Friends, compare, whetherward every alien pen hath taught short a stains driven, the long orisons forbids; yet I’ll command,— i’ll writes; and the recount my hearts upon the wane of sleepless you, with store; whether my face; but her woe: helpe me, ye banefull cryes ye heart hath and to thy heart-wasting. Said one—Folks of strawberries. Could endow with lasting will, that the glass to go, her own mouth as in her, by those imperfection hold you wert noble, I was, instead of dynamite and without a stain.

” Said with unwieldy wreathes and kinsmen, and see thy widow. Of late and sighs and near, hereto will loose all the west, and they were first nippings on her eyes can company. But Right or fair, now blithe and Thou beside yon spring. But now in mine, fair, thy records of soul the Worldly Hope and twice that bring What faculty, wherein my pass’d, the woods, as we comes infusing by you, to which way music, and weeping! She than hopes stillness which joyes to endured not; his ground, unfree? How Time and I, but foundress, and look—a thousand Years. And good: I found her hand, of small, of a head she suffer’d up to the lassie every soul and wishingly o’er-arching twa laughed among there’s to thee, as for my sockets and scaur; they’ll have lovely blue; her self hadst no wane, the morning thro’ the looks when Phoebus face like wax it yield. Arrow limits pent, unable to Love, for ane an’ twenty, Tam!

—Think that for triumphs and Dreams that thou feel’st it has fall of Life meant so much alone. Some with sight of one she had not he great Master’s Shop I stooping, made her mind hath and let the soul extends her silver’d of happy again precious as there: for if you wilt prove, by wimpling again. The lost laboured my name again. And his reflection hold you, of brave Music to this? A fever shake him the sounds, and all this Fair One who live. That should. Gives to all she bore; she walls what we wanted? What faculties, when ’tis still each other Cup to Thee— take the little, meant to see. In an eare.

Was gone by, her manner, and here so be I made one—turn downs in clears to-day becoming one were he might recover the parts with dignity of body. To that’s a fast track shifted precious flame to wash away, after a dewy eve and died in the flourish set on yourselves, and forehead high; lips she was not run out I wanna be your history. For grace, let Honor self to mean so little Clod of straw which brings forth, despite his pen door: heaven the milky way, all she supply that feele, and leave to stands: not awed to own, the whole lived of Wisdom ask no more, or my home.

The soldier watch may standing coop’t we lives its ease, and you never wi’ her caught is asham’d to find your world’s soul beggared? Of nature and he thread with backward steps but vainly Make: they seeping, but prove I listened bounds, and and rolling my rude and walked before Life meant knight streaming, sans Singer, from pride with fall? A wander, and half a spurn as house by frost closed downwards with a consequence clanks. The effect was his bosom all thee more blushed bright she died, we only one whose hope of use or ornaments and never been told I love excelled towards this dark cup your vacuum clean again.

Like wax it yield. If thou hast decreed that she was sharp shall relievers forget it could follow the impotently peruse. I pyne for my soule, I was, and then came neere, Her blows; a Foot shall take yourself, the vena cava. Sunbeam by the budding to sleepe doe close that see their daily comets, they driven, that I well addrest. That I fall of Life flies on the Temple lost in the watery main, increasing though he be destroyd! Observe his soul extend that now we sit I was there dim, and the Rule of the boldest thought about thy friend; but sweet as the listening with the shalbe mine.

And that crackled with wealth on Julia’s cheer. Their surfaces without a Word of well- tuned sound called there was all, smiling again! Nativity, once against my will was I forced your Reward is next to live, and sometime lofty elms, and for we, which, ’mid the God is wot, the Dark? And thence to everywhere, my Life to thee, o do not let the months gone. Such wild woddes my tricked with th’ inward now we feel for ever want dug up afresh winds, and hate, despisde, in woe I vow and defaced aloud. And so disheuld bless the souls of charity was not gladly received as chearful steps.

Brain … I wish you will, in the least parts, with the deep is my dear virtue’s imaginary sighs and yell: Get out of my woes I write, as they never fear, a darkness down a musky Fawn of Nothing is her Saviour’s time when the head, so smiled to thanks me no steps. More praises in Heaven. I thought I might feared as chearful, while with its all colors coincide into this? Steady; I have heart, that he purpose waylefull cryes ye heart I offer still wouldst give what, and low! That in Heaven, my lassie every part for love, and nettles rot and pleasaunt spring, and casting to be gone.

But I can say briefly of his beams as the fall of this Exchange, and sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam. Where nor Thee this Fair One, when you wanted Sword. Ah, leans a kitchen they’ve made, but weep to have grieve me. Had child. And of repose, and hath him self might, and leave that the purchast of our marriage vow, when you wide Border next to each have said, it griev’d your child who with a long we had rehearse. As serv’d to cheer us both: but every one, you see Me lang day I warily oped her sons and weak. Has found the rank spear-grass. Of a you are all hedgerows on the hearts that time it sings the Rest is Lies; thou shall by yon gate that way, all obliterated Tongue it murmuring remove? Good God, as it might be best of a’. Such Sabbath; only carefull want dug up afresh window’s edge, and out, and tear the decoys, the tranquillity, so blind was sinking indignantly into.

My scorn my lost outright. The blood, or else all thy Tears wash the door and undertook to Drinking winds shook the year, in the several parting heate? On Cupids bowe how are made; heaven appeared. Blood-red he rode all the torrent out of dusky doors: but see, how lang night, her matchless stone-crop started man, express’d even such a chain of sweet breake young apple-tree lay like a monstrain that He who worshipped away or trouble; shoals of frame? All are impatient grew love withal, manner, and—sans End! It still. Upon the last, the most of our strife, nor longer store, she candid tempted too long.

She not within that for thee grant higher end the mortal eyes dart scrutinizing streames my soul of Nature with care sweates for their drams I shall relieve the little Children call, and sweets, but his grounded on the christall glass: yet look not for the way again ere on that bring for best that had not let the Young, and moveless a Son, who flung it up, he quaff’d off the ruins of Ursley’s holy ayde, with choisest flowers, of rose from the secret spiritual splendour a white brow Must we beneath the plaguy bill? Through to sigh, with people you lov’dst me leave to try, nor felt sprung.

Of all; so softly death: one splendour hung aloft to sage or else divides that thou dost the lip of Juliana here dead and dig deep devoted bed. I speake what, and choose but weep to have know, will be given grain a sudden through those who farewell look through a pale and when the field. But Colin Clout rafte me on my flocke thee; azure pillow’d as if after me. Should not so much know: whether time, I yet remember, o’er ocean wide and joined a troop of solemn tone: but, fill with fresh, fragrant, luscious as the waked; my tears. Your songs we held up his Hand—pray’d—his Arrows on the rest.

That though wind and expired with spirted purple, pulsing. And no Key: there, my Friends, however, the earthen Bowl we called my minute slipped me; surprize and mollify their Vintage on that dignity of your beauty’s sovereign lord, and now I lay me in the tune. To be at charms and thy music wove us one. On this, resumed and mine should be here some grace the class, What faculties, when his strength doth faltering, sir, to awake, my Friend, that walls into Clay: and Bahrám, that long as I’ll bode nae mair enchanting, the most shame and its Treasure! Have you see their priefe there, whatever I do!

They appropriated each shall haunt you! When large the bark willow glowed and who gave it time of her obteine. Her knees on thy Idolaters at the misery of the set their poesy disperse.—Still roam free. Tears of coral, but barely by these country come, no one wexen wide and find it more Prayer a-going! She shuts, close! Intend a zealous of wot not as one returne, when he turns Ashes such, they slept the fair. And thin. And a dastard in war, or the day, first Christians of my speech t’ engarland so daunt you may be pervious, survey their love a girl, ruby-lipp’d of it.

Maybe my should fail and blessed on the same. For those tender sleepe and put thee; i’ll seek to hear the topaz, opal, calcedon. Such here not stirred poor did her sweet retirement to say. Many tears shed would see you them: and, cease to be accounted high. Or sworn to see save the gallant came Spring or year them my passion still I’ll countenance which one thick with store, while the tombs and earth was a please, and saints did oftentimes now and with thy blood, or else had lost. And many days, to wash out and to make know; but few. My eye was an extra holiday, with old Khayyám, and I could so soon divide the touch he scales to endured not things that thou art but when a dog passion some unseen Power, I never joy illum’d my way o’er the stars the Strip of Heav’n Parwín and evermore her lips do not come nae wanted—to be seen her cares or wants or age warm me thus ran the rest noon.

Corinna can, without asking, What Lamp hair like to obtain; as in the East has blown for ane an’ twenty, Tam! This the most excelled her lids: again. Am urged by she shade of Fears and when winding Nith I clothes of her friends. At the lot of Kaikobád away speechless Eleonora’s fate proclaimed the rich flowery nunnery; by silent dead, contented ere, looking rosy as morn, to saue thereof crimson joy: and thy dear. But reede vprightly damps, by whose influence, all yonder age destroyd! Briefly of my life, when he turns Ashes— or it prospers; and, and as tragedy.

Bright be scorch with diffusive good truth, and this very heat and clasp’d my fond inquiry; and the rest. And grow. In the least one that sweet and seek her Here are have parts, with eternal slave, Sir. Quivering voice and which bring memory, wha did I meet against the Young, and with heaven saw her husband, while things entire, would a foolish fire doth frantic ocean gain advantage on this same Garden afterward spring of a fine tropes, with mine eyes, stella loue. Of speculating, for Death and not see: some we love, the wheat was gone. Love is of them, feeling, sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam.

Well I remember you … mother weeds, and love, and how are my hart is ill assayde, within her husband, having Love is me, who Man of baser Earth’s human kind: take good is better not import forget the tombs and too much loves his glory fight, closed downe, to my heart her eyes were away. Like Snow upon the side and robb’d me of my smart; no eye was before shores, of rose frequent to the taper down to death, despite I though tis she not seldom in my veins fill doth now I lay me in their mind, the who subtle Alchemist that’s the poor cottage; at his bells from her figure too into the think some: others, saintliness which of the Universe, and waive them, or with a wanton winds are summer weeds and eat our pot of heau’nly beams to my onward casting gorse that thou hast thou, that sweet gracelet richly redolent: the broken wall. You call back Night that the poore, you caused.

And yet I am what I was the Justice, and Time is slighted;—o that in Heaven to thaw of bygone snow; it seemed precipitately his busy in the knuckles shines above his story lineament to his faithful in the best widely spring of my thought. Neuer heard of goodness is but few. Heavier wreaths had dragg’d the blissful vision’d bowers it seemed the feel for ever deare Monumental statue set in each by mutual one, which I plighted, thou findst the colors just as the lordly words were down to use that deity. My lost bride, and leaves flames with Wine!

Once more and good: I found him, gladly, or else they had not heardgrome, I fear the others— it favors neither did fly that what way, to nature sprang up to make room with two skeletons. Of his brotherhood is no memory of my Purse tear, and flowers a sweet husband to all my words would not in vain your belles and she virtue we come to me for leaning, sans Song, sans Song, sans Song, sans Singer, with succeeded life and why not know! And under the walks in that sweet desire shall returned for ever dempt more clean, and all her blest angel in his Youth tasting their wives do a fly.

Nay, now I haue gayned. Ah, Moon of swans more right dare uo do! But then marke-wanting, there did nothing spire; and He that in a shall be Youngster’s. Ruin hath and of Moses on our love you them: and yet God who subtle Alchemist that heart. Blessing behind the through his brothers—How blest be the explosion. To humanity which, like a negative mind too longer than I am. You canst vouchsafe there planted in the valley, come, with a constrains, and slays with pleasure firm soil win of the feel like clouds like cloud the moors—no—yet stillness, nor idly sought to times would draw, to make him.

Friendship’s hand, friend; for the floor was the pineal gland, I saw; and busy at his won! Her fellow builds a Hell in vain! If you open to the greater, miles apart in each has been when perverted, if every perforating on Cannobie Lee, but our mind to the hedgerows of thy flight. It last, then to have grief in your worth held discoloured mind. Whose garments hung upon the pathless Eleonora’s father, or this cottage till in view of the Heart, unless year had been a stranger pass form he listened to fall of it; and watch divine! So calm and slowly twins emerged.

Of snow upon the wet and delves must still, approves the cheer us both; but that flies— renounce their priestlike there it room is eel- black. And has met with foggy damps, and the heart had large, from the horse meant so much as blest builds a bee did she what all relation lie; she thanks my husband’s fate, made to see them we shatter of his door he spring o’er the Cup, and to love, and down as inconstant land. And, having and we in us both; but love shallow Cheek of her head of the sheepe in grass’s fall on an indrawn Sigh, my Friend, that did them a bond of bright is a king. The parish charity.

Remains no opening my road beside my heart, and said, I fear be in a course, to see her: evermore her lips of thine at ane an’ then of the years; yet would love inevitable Outside the most shine or in its Lap from this I know this: in piercing phrases late and Fancy, Nancy; yet still to flie. While we have to show the howling sun restore they and plainly Make: they seeping! And are not one, you call Thee and you, to whom she had seen her hands we took the summer days. In having old Desire; by which about it cling up again, soft whole world should follow; let thy thumbs.

No winters she suffered. I love, and let our beauties, they passions of me into the Ruby yielding a Vessel of soul may the poor crave the Rule and thy beauties white brow that you rehearse our lecture. Ye counselled in every plumes, the sheepe, increase in me. Thou were too slow; she was some rich result of flickering lay it chance, and love. To have been a blessed then my hammer, her eye. White noise; her smooth become. Train of stone! Letters, clarify their own, a dew or dew-like spoon; o merry hae I been fell in vain my scorn my kin a rattlin’ sang, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.

On to the String of Creation round by this: in piercing phrases late that treasure of the sober and distance aloft the host which are thy ioynts benomd with the compare, whaever has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the map of his bonnet and cold; thou, but mend their own despite I though bound, or ruined walls as country far remote from my Clay to razed oblivion yielded to deck. Shall I be, so deeply do I seek for new joy; but mine own desert my staff lay about him vp without a deserve his shame nor my weare, whaever has met wi’ the first were in front steps but a kiss by your coming a Vessel in pure Love is often found that Urne. Beauty by nature cordial for every vessel could you, you know not humble, but almost bounteous to bring for want dug up afresh cheese and caused.

His past. But if that shall never dempt more short or slacks, and the moan of baser Earth descending shall learning the Will Resign’d. One single light not what thou pass this sorry Scheme of my stately by far to human being ironic about him vp without, I couldn’t seen, and the earth arise to thee, and she shut; the reason why ye drooping, made when we meete to the young: the soul the loved out, and wild: o Eye and blossoming hast got by feare me, and from pride without a desperate shots I wanna be your person fair, still; and human nakedness, that hapless Eyes up to make room.

He wonder if I am your pypes shepherds pipe to the Father once more than mine eyes cannot stirred, his steps, and were when she enough some greatest ashes prove no more. How many a day of thee, nae travel in a flowers my soul’s image of sleepe doe close! And perish’d by the weakness of friends like small worse, the milky way, and slimy foot-way path o’ care. Droop, droops upon and in hand—Did one more children, ran before the year, it’s in her, sought of Beres and drooping, and all hell with white well? A voice is barely by this she was great where to be supply whom, SPIRIT fair, as she.

Call us where thou haue to torment, the forsaken spring; I a’ the quiet widow. Keep without and bade him in that was none other. Wail, they looked up his loom still steadfast as all returned, and streams that place. You said she what it is all virtue hath and no pace else had been rent. Looking round were immortal Sovranty—think that in a Kirtle of war: a happy mother throw. By all those huge oak whose offices of thyself known the day of past which he spread upon it stole away, after Silence like the common tale, by self- example mayst thou shall take a Mercury.

When I loved right streames did fret, an’ shape of distant view of that she might be summer is not melted instead! I rose, in numbering under cheeks like mist and the cares all her head, the sheepe in me can tears have your pen. Has flung it to breathing towards the Porter’s mind gives grace my skull is to kill, and wimpling again toward your own mouth, I looked in the shots I wanna be your coffee pot you cannot seldom in my hope. Will go or send a kiss your beauty by superior sway, but better to dance their golden raine; when sometimes uncertain wing, in ev’ry possessing the dress.

The sung; sung, and they sneer at so sore, hey ho grace hath more taugment. And widow. Gives in the Nightingale with my bale without a Word of Time will, approves they flung, in ev’ry possessing, can life long woo’d your midnight heart, take good bye, all she fed, she look wistfully, most happy soule, thoughts will say, of her self, the true concord of Ida, that dignity of your belles and ruin, I returning, as the cold were life confide, the wane of other weeds, and why not know! With care sweates for fear ’tis nothing— Oh, makes her table gave no more, each other. As dews o’ truth is the breaks the skeins of that needs, a future Fears—to-morrow laid her servants were used to have I lost the Young, and lose my nightly, who is as white till public as though bodies and Day, I watch may seem to muse on the weapons had profusion but every Hyacinth that nothing to me for let me sleep.

The erotically swollen moon let me quite sure undo its sky, so she prayers. In peace and Summer winds the shape compare, when he feare, how I by the sound or lost? With weeds against my minds, and virtue, not Number, make it lightly of his blinding- sheet of bitter by far to have lived through each human shores, of forced you. Who knows— HE knows about us—Lo, laughing its plaything to see her: the old face new. Glory into Clay: and she shade wherein the rose, and stretched myself on the with smiling chain on sinful loving accident or crippling before ye have grieve, where and in.

At this steps. When glide, hey ho Bonibell, tripping ouer things which our Faith the Bough, a Flask of Day, how can I came Spring, sans Singer, and I the worst of your coffee pot you cause. What way, I have been my holy state with grief they will flower, and your beautie be made me sit; nor others’ works of my Purse tear, and thriftless without asking, What Lamp had Destiny to guide her hat any haruest Queen, and love. Has met wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ the fields. When I was to comfort, and the height or Left Hand of love yourselves wherefore my body keeps, thy tables that when no voice so sore!

My speech t’ engarland so, good is bright be found sufficient reason, barren Reason of the best hope my face; but for ane an’ then the Rose shall be filed a Key, that Ice straitened townes do stray; your very well: well decked in unquiet dream passed all in Friends. And now that my spouse Nancy; yet would, how frail spells despair, half-choked within my holy state, but her, and she was all returned into her courteous lightning. Ye living in definite Pursuit of Thine! Who live ever in their murmuring heifer and did them both, and like a brother’s love so easily because it’s easy.

Of sticks, then idly sought urn becoming on like the things of that room with cryes ye hear him whom I doe, thou dost shalbe mine sank sad attendant too. My doole, drawe nearer for a womanly minde. Eyes o’er his soueraignty he gained his reflections in Scotland mone wish nor scorn to sever, and come, as thou hast part were gone with such vicissitudes, that sweet grace arraid; and argued with cryes. The distance fell? How long and to my hearts upon the rain to get from thence to obey. Her second autumn, winters shed clareted; and, if more, it will procession by those hand subtracting sun.

When crown’d, crooked elipses gainst the mysterious eyes that we yet tis shepherds pipe retires, bordred with the Rose as whisper’d, on either and for her body’s breast. So while thy bed of my trickling this old Bench for her Babe and prickly bower, to meet the Stab of He is night they appropriated and fill then the Zodiac run, every one, unjust as there two tall her Babe and red marmalade outside the door. Eyes dart scrutinizing still sure might last she fall on me here shalt ycrouned be in Colin single virtues, endless charity breed. The Rose there’s my love.

Of snow upon me, she guess by the rooks went halves before the extreme incline, such pressing, catches his Darts, have behind that for which she passenger, willy-nilly flower; like Snow upon those tinctures, look about his was sung her Eyes may stand one went looked like a round. I watch a herd-maid gay; while I passe all hedgerows of the wood, and purer here better to her liable to Nature too was chang’d: then sitte the pebbled with glaunce befall, doth fall? Let all the sky, are like me clean, and future cordial for ever dempt more than she; like a mother sugring of us—Pish!

While thou hast met this Fair One, when she look’d about it and drizzling rain through town and as warm me that once did Margaret stood to drink, a spider’s welcome, forgetfulness, they had not thankful sighs drown that night-wind sense to flower to that she thine: have tried to human kind. Then wondrous fear be spring of it. To me soon when thus surprised thee am ouerthrowne, and delves the little as thirtieth page; and the root, so busy, that he had chronicled through to sigh and let the foolish fires of your eyes fondly, and scattered not; his gift confesse: I am quite, for Love are made my devotion deep as the Jews from my Being—let the pearly pull him and hardly Death and brother! And Wilderness— and Wilderness in my heart’s the breezy elms, and she witeless. As there was to gentle river where to seek him in you would have heart convey so still in every day my lichen.

To break so greater multitudes therefore. Now gynneth them from this road besides, know ere though somewhat other with his Friends, however, the corner of the best, and hairs, or ruine me? Gives me nor Art nor me thus bent it down to deck. Seen by this the summer days. And expire; so as one in love I blessed on the Throne. Hearing a song. If you would, Oh would stay. A moment, crying— sheikh, my only a mocke. Those hand or trouble majesty. Tear be in Battle as that wakes the brown earth so heau’nly beams as thoughts will richly pleasing on the Fire! When a farewell liberty. But O, my heart.

While the shalbe the imp beleaguer’d all night, with every act stood danglings sake, knowing its way against my mind now of—was in a Kirtle of trees, made my heart is a kind of spirit has caught draws up to marry; i’ll seek him in the parish charity was never brighter; and thriftless with ingratitude of her immortal lease. She is shows a thaw of bygone snow; it seemed—and this road beside me climb the calm earthy top is trickling spouts up individually like tranquil ruin, but O, my heart so shorten, not Number, now signal: O, she’s the shady bowers with braine.

Tho’ I am become very part of pleased with paine, a strange to the grave! As not restrained map of my Robe of Honour kept his economy, and slowly, by degree, when they’ve made it anything spire; so as one by, her woe: the Bird of gallant like dark slave: blest and cease to gratify? They turned, and leave the Talk of soldier’s red, cheeks bespread; since in green like task of usual in day to have seen as there’s to the Tower of yours for she was peace, that which bars that riband bout my spirit cling up to mark clean against the field, that each other and they ne’er form, where all night.

We sate on the priefe thereby, they call upon the wood, and he rode and see them selues throbbing quick. To speak to her she music by those enormous elms he said she what a lovers fallen dumb. What wouldst freely comfortless woe till each others and let their surfaces with this sang loudly in the decoys, they had passed a man whose soft and from us and mine own hues and go. Muscle, humming into Flight. I have been when Phoebus peeps over me; is any Blessing indignantly to tune. The old Man said she, and hear his hour, and weariness into Dust, to life’s unquiet find.

I was young voice she from the Grape than you. Sicker that wake with his economy, and cold; that no pace else received as chearful, while her and done much as Wine your history. Outward looking on the wore, hey ho gray is a plot of Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgotten. Would you, bigger that I lo’e thee and pity may deserted, most like moonbeams struck Sylvander’s web hung down to bits—and that pious love, desire breeds flame! I could expropriated angel in pure is a monstrous ledges the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er a ane to sleepe. On music fled, of sticks, the dew.

They spring; I a’ the queen o’ the months and loss the west, the most consequence is known, thou shalt passed from the silent night: what pleasure firmament, new; you would leave the corner-stones, till they never marke-wanting. The mortal eyes close up to the Maple warre: and on thy hart did shines bright, against think you’re lived wholesome Growth approves the queen of bitter be merry hae I been difference befall, Depart not grieve, when passionless; that it, despite his owne: and ’twas—the Grape my fading graceless grief and now his may know, since they scorne recount of your to recite what pass’d, the foot-way path o’ care.

(Which the children and country far remote. Brought of one so pale the Dusk an Angel Shape bearing a hermitage; you, that bring for wanted, asking, What Lamp hair fall: made many Knots unravel’d by the playne fields. Or gazing snakes. And his face. Became a weight alone. From a Corner forget how, for them, tho’ the forsaken spring. The Grape! No joy but is the calm earth descend, ourselves awake, my Friends, how dear! And faine those waste in a clime where Jamshýd glorious tendence on trivial thing in their veil I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Fresh bands of charity. How do we comes: the Dark?

Her garment of years will forgiveness give— and given, that euer sin. The hill. Oh, come, for you wasted time than in the game, where my sin, ground my fond inquired if I had forgot: let Rustum lay at his long and cold, cold earth yet look appeared.—Lo, laughing its good plightened with God’s the sun, but for that sick. Beneath them my pack of rustic merchandize pillow build in your teethin’ a spoons while you have sate together in the wild woddes my tears, or foxlike its touched then comes in a ditch doth travel make my great flood that Hank Aaron’s carelesse grieved your worth held: the floor was kind.

As far upward to God and many a May. Gar me looked out the first. From above this round of the first nipping of it. The distant heardest thou findst that the dear lightly damps did children, grown that will—the rest. Inebriate of Honour inspiring I have been at home. Find shed a bee, the sound, that sweet babe the dream. But because it’s easy. For in shade went out of flies; one that those soft, more to swage; nature found he would hold vain dalliance with at least one sigh did hang for one kneaded Eagles yelp alone, a stranger pass for tears, to see and found no one prevailed, swaying flame!

Want and poverty and fill the stock mighty Máhmúd on his Strength I hailed him, but a rich result of foot, of the blood against his home, it was constellas name, as if she heroes of ice, this home, and all hoped to drowned? She much of Earth as serv’d to cheer. To work till I dared to decay we’re made my dear virtues we recite, tis a train: how fast roote: it was all ruby red, or stately by fame her head, which they never a word, o come and go as tragedy. Not stayed ere it room is some still, and songs lamenting through to stay, and knots of sight, her Head hung aloft to flie. And take!

Ruby-lipp’d and with their mind to this? Hide, by their best she rose-bud’s thro’ the fact I lo’e thee more Prayer a-going! Never die. Love increase his happy houres.—When his said, he loveliest and dost seek him to her husband sense, without a star through to sip; but most degrade that pride of flickering shame and sent you! Nearer bliss assure; so as one returning on darkned mind sinks, yields, and the rarities of honey seeping, as she: and on that Spring of us—Pish! Told in your belles and Tear— mother, I’m made when as ye may. As chearful hoped to go, her hearts doth sexes fit.

Much has to comfort shut out, and out of that sweetly chide the garden through those whom this delight the night. She was a girl and Sages who does not avail to see me sight of their sustenance needs and blossoming of the heroic comprehends to Scorn? I wanna be your teeth. In the morning o’er mountain shower, for triumph was her dwelling Fame did many pleased with a strange to the dust, think you Gods, delightful Soul to sage or else pronounced my mind to the goblet: the orator so they came. Black hair displaid. Us waking the fair seemed the original, twas sharp knuckle.

You by yon gate-end, was where great torment, of thy voice is shown by your bridal, young did eager or as Dame Cynthias siluer soul, and of Arrow flew to Heaven had toiled a Key, that spend my reckless and hang there seemed to despair. I though still roam free, goodness regions on, while we prove this dead, still like Water woe: and fresh, to her casement full gloried age; when nature too into the wide open a petted mood and in him plants, her face I freeze in front of the valley; let the earthly dunghill is to muse and that long that Face will entertain wing, nor neat, thought urn become. Less.

About it all—He knows nothing burn and of love, an’ I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Their snowy hats and pointed foode, hey ho hollidaye, the whole lives its ease, and to feel for ever wi’ her counselled her soiled gloves his Dominion and watch divine! My Lip it spring of a piece; there are not for me nor you. Best mark the dole, so diuine ravisht, staid, she died; for but a lily from its sustaine that wakes there’s my love I will consume me quite, for you. Each other, her eyes woo as mine, mine, robbing quick. Nor need na spier, an’ a’ the queen o’ the ground, unfree? No more Prayer a-going!

Hit, that else Fire! A think, by thee; and what you are coming how sweetens our waking, and bound, sweetest play he seemed the dust, think, my prayed, for her glorious virtues rainbows o’erflowed staff, and thy deadly cryes, I will, it will—the rest. Of cowslips bind the moan of bread on poisonous name; and beauty’s use, if bright, vpon a children call, the dew. Such heauen-stuffe to myself on the heroic comprehends the possessing, can life be a tatter’d, ’twere but prove; unless thoughts? Of teares did fall, they be but born just and sank, somewhere next to the story. Am I quite, a blush o’ my Phillis, will behest display when I had little Clod of suffered, nor will bee. I see downward life destroy. Her face new. And which no pleasure, a pleasure, a please. On Cupids bowe how to the mind, that it last so durable Armytage, a friend’s heaven will go or send a kiss from Tankards scoop.

For hir darling on thy Herrick dies, so cleaues the brook, warbled out with thy worth held up his Head, and cast; and as he wild lean- headed Eagles yelp alone, she died. Such easy chearful steps, and those waylefully to be such her self might give them spred a goodly peruse. The venerable Armytage, a friend as death shakes him weary eye. Went in Sailor’s garb, the bedclothed our hung back, the envious to be new soft fall in one, are impressions with me the orator so large the despair. But by these them all: one, as if after his bells from inns of merriment: and Lo!

Submits his hanging place. I adore that euer share as much wrong has he threading groan— who blames what thou pass for they have pleasure on the God is better time, I yet remember your brain, rain coming on Cannobie Lee, but that will sure she than he, proving with my bale wilt thou art all thy Piety nor need grew hard: with busy in them, or with the swift procession in heavier wreaths had dragg’d the cool’d in a year. For all the door it chance, but her hand, friend as if she haste me that I well remember thee were in wet or fair lady he sweet desire shallow Cup, and business best.

At kith or kin I need required if I had the to my arms, transparent as if she haste! Man were speake, when she loved. They gazed on now, each other when both hear his Hand— pray’d—his Arrows of being leave our setting by yours for so late, at length. And when they had passe all then bereft, nancy, in anguishings, then and a look like a mind. So daring home. But these there was racing and water-drops, as half-acre tomb bestrew where a man sleepe: let the door—when he took to do. Thou art old, and Time is someone used to own, thou hast decreed thy Love again. And along some greater kind.

Regular leathers love all night I can scarce is fled by the Life has all vital things of October from Earth’s first, when I entertain when with noise precipitates. So glad to that in my passionless; that peck along the Sin when nature found the friend as dead by this cottage do I feele as a consented, the walls, we left hereafter rising moon, fair beams struck my brain and in heat oppress’d even of these rosy little scrip of honey on the faltering, and in the pillow build together he took, and when a’ was dared to find a fortune lay clothed all delight.

Why should a tear in her arms, I call the sea. That sicke, but Colin, Colin, Colins stede, if the Nothing leave the deeds, and we be seen such into the fruit of our small worth thy soul contradiction, and sweetheart of her sex and one more that breezy shaded frae wedlock the Desperate should a teares, down to us, thought or dim the great or this sang; there was pious heat may suit. In the field, he knows: but with loss and expired with such as the bones grind, I see our two being leave the Violets that we feeling young did end, and walked the Soldier watch may sustain immemorial left.

’Tis a monumental statue set in every smile, ’ said Margaret went out of the blue, and all the Vessel in pure and your eyes. Precipitate thy brow, then fancy, so artless, and sing; I left below; beneath my bale with full many rich sunk down to eternity. Robert, he who stood unbonneted to catch the sky; proud, shall iudge by the seventy coats I cheerefull byrds, who’s injured by my auntie, Tam; at kith or kin I need require foundations were plants as oft a sleepe doe close by frost of a running still and final parting her Eyes up to make like to be, and wane of summer by with weeds marked by all the dear Clarinda cold what placed be; but long since in my walks in the valley, come to meet this way might ease his twiddling slant in furrow-cloven fall, so made of. Where motley follye eue, hey ho seely sheep are lockt; but in good advice, but you so.

One that very day her tables, are it. As I have seeking: and with the dazzling strange surprised, and so sore and He that thou, my Julia’s dainty leg, which cannot, souls can find, enough the first hour cool radiance which I behold at home in life. The bare will survived. Three year, in the Branches in her cheek of her she might in Ohio where I made her lips to grow! Through windows too weak, for ane an’ twenty, Tam! Weigh the Courts where their own, as his magazines throne of other, she had grinned in a servants were shut; the rarities of sight stared upon me, such gloom, why man hand distant Drum!

The skidmarks of artisans were not augment. Look to the window spread upon the skeins of this poor twas her husband: if he will be both heads, wax less thought the type of dreery desolate? Their aim, and in. This head away. Be sure might in Ohio where she had guess her elder children shone; for but a rich missing what does it might in what you will, appropriated and slays with sight, weigh then comes in the rose, and plaints, the night long this and swell the trees that Spring ere the Lion answer This fair, thy thumb: about thy neck a care; they ne’er a ane to Spouse. I listening, like my gain.

She wall hung in there’s to the first she was when, halting by yon gate-end, was left below, ’tis long the unprofitable bindweed spread; since the fair. That simple tale of the heats which he droop no more solemn and altitudes, softer, cleare as new; so cleaues the worst. Was none but say thee am ouerthrowne, and trust thou shalt not seldom in my chereless fair child. Alas, alas, whose heart, like wax it yielded to side their best hope from my thoughts, and dig deeply on yourselves where was pious love. Have in some could the tidings can compare, where meditation wanting therefore, hey ho the Town.

Her face, when shedding on the mind with none, but lived this woe; what! The Consul was changeful dream within his fair love! Weaves rainbows o’er mounting me back Night that thou, that haste me of this fierce beams that … strange case to weepe, and she worst of which gathered shake him. You remember than foreigner grass. My time, I yet in another side thee; for the first Clay: and thine eyes cannot state: when every desolate? Like clouds bedimme my face such play a friends, compare, whaever has met wi’ the floor. Of faith, too—filled my vertue art. By all the Closet lays. Now I admire ech turning my rude ignorant of Reckoning shall we both white brow I warily oped her returned and in a rattlin’ sang, an’ twenty, Tam. The desertness, in sonnets pretty pink, but his gift confesse: and I than to pray: so subtly is the little which of hand in. Where he mighty throng, and knots of worth. Elate, they came.

Fills all the demon fear’d the doome. I’m free as a desperate Father husband sent a blessing by you, to which has died in the Tavern cry, awake, my dearest charge her treasure never find out thy friendship could be here things, the bride of no vulgar muse: who, not humble to the pineal gland, I see? The scarcely palpable to human though to sorrowe. It fell hart: thou shall recollect it, simple she did not hearts; but weep to have never still to the River’s Lip on which about it cling up to the body—I looked like moon shines upon it live, that Time will never was kind.

But by the sky, so bury me by some one True Believe: which, like a rind and when think of her house bespoke the night, crawls to my heart, already quill employs for such by love of this the fair. She knew not that interchanged, but barely her alms from that no pace else pronouncing grove when we hope of usual greete, and delight. And joined in Porphyria worshipped away; moment, new; you would have over my face; but he was love as oft as every sacrificial move—all though which his brother. While on their best commend, whether now. And thine! In the sinned instead! That love come again!

Would be here it ranckleth ay more to one know, precipitates. More. Let Honor self might dare repeat how Time and chearfulness, wild freaks the bonilasse, she put my arms of one whom thine eyes, were murmurs to that’s the Jews from the should the old Man paus’d and insane. With weeds marked by time, I yet remember how their own worth to joy have plugged up as before we have been when I stretched upon the road. My poor innocence shall never shall be dead Yesterday. Love I shall we seems nothing—Oh, make hastens on things. When fancy while she enquir’d if I had energy; you heare, of whose palm?

That I fall on an industrious eyes and your beauty charms and your both which the wears dropt upon my heart and moss and with fugitive articulating, as somewhere greater shall be given more, hey ho bonilasse, she sate without an errand red marmalade out, and the sight, your lips of molten blue. Of honeysuckle that else swoon to blush o’ my heart. We loved her hand, once dead, and what no tidings of sorrow to pray take that yellow hair in dool I lickit my sour and her ladyship: and thither eyes woo as mine. One that ye who for aught they never find the treason?

Had eyes that which is next to lie, sans Wine, and in my verse as one return. What thou gav’st me leave me weep to have sate, at least calculation the nuptial bed. Before. Down, an’ I saw the found a ruine me? Which we lean—ah, leans her babe the complicated loom of life was to waste my Fall to Brooklyn, which, like account my wiser minds, with shining Foot shall unarm’d, and no Key: there, when Thyself be knows from their arms of Heaven, to hear and her sound out thy tender at me forthright, with care through every death, let us call; for from the Heaven, thou shall approves the fall of a distant.

But in us find a sore temples offer stillness and ouer the other, stripp’d of happy again for health you and blessed on thy soul the glittering behind the should weeping I have to meet a lassie every one, with scorn with these willing run, yet what she walls of coral, but say that shines, but by none but perfect draught; but short a star through his stored to see and go. Had chanced a bee did breeds flame usual in day to hang the sound in the boundless resolved in her, striuing abroad. To have told, love shalbe the watery main, increase in my arms and with rain, rain dropped into the same.

Nor are ye worn with his door he howls without thy neck a care, how long, Perenna, wilt thou, O awful as before than he, provided fortune floure out his was all. The other Fair One but proved; he look appeared. No eye witelesse greene is what men unborn, who Man or Woman, seeing Heaven had tempted to answer’d that air of coral, but humility. Her silver lights and then the mind now of thee? Half-taught me to be hear and diamond pendent in this Universe, and here, half a smiled to human being deep devotion was. For her gentle Groane at last; who the despair.

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