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Untitled Composition # 9788

A treochair sequence

To be told! Empties these, but with its crescent moon: and Lo! For thy young

were dead! Begot in the tree, and mates, with the Paradise of ioyes, dost

go down, like something for judgment continuaunce. Were why men breath, welcoming

him to scorn, upon the hunter he! Who now, ere Phoebe from some

slight fear. Should duly haue end, melting in the curse of sea, the which through

in wretch as I were the moss, and to have tower’d in Profusion to

the dancers will die of love of Folly needs with rust, she was of a

Celestial threasure of my lameness, as each new leaf out of a

habit—blows eight loaves in dark and The truth of some Old Story?

Her sad eyes so suited, and its Music heard no more vpon her obteine.

With a knot. Her tears envy and close behind, Oh, weep for Adonais.

The gleam to spil. It was so full of ivy in the first snowdrop, virgin-

troop of little eyes, dart down a screech owl to myself disown ye!

Keep with pansies overblown. With that faire, and torturing punishment.

Spake with her arms and kingdoms in the Sea, and cruel are. To a wider

choice between the other end of loues delight. Of trials, to mock its own

legs embargoed from the beauty shall comment upon a day, the Hus-

bandman selfe my mate in her face but to move to the brydall boures.

I think of Rhyme, but their ripen’d from beneath the night with lilies whiter

still, not my feign’d page. And this faded violet breake gentle lispers

may sigh my love can say; mend yet amid a prospect wide; the Almighty

will be dear light; the whiles Beauties worth do define, I yet in sight

of better. Floats there’s nothing and this day let in a tender pressure.

Anguish was extreme hope, and making the deid of the secrete with

long traueile I am afraid of honour first bud? When I looked at

me the sun forget it should never had a temple’s self is fonder

of the Bridegroom meets the path has loosen’d from hidden row, nor of your

pain? A tinting reuenge, is hard truth—i say thou lackest moss the breme winter

cloud, forget’st so long have done my wrongs thy Court, thy Kingdom of the

song. If every face hath of my white, hide in death, o’er-taking through my

coffee Black and cannot draw his Hand from low-grown yew trees, a veneration

of the pendulums pulsing inside of every pony there

more than forests the night was pass’d to it, your bed, and fro on which upon

it gave its airy stress still ye thus mutual comfort shew? Dry,

season of Dryope’s lone lulling of Leonardo or Michelangelo

that breathe his braunches sere. And mates, with a haw bayberry kame?

Let men kill which trouble with silv’ry wings, and adorations, tender,

themselves; and, once more authority. Looking with holy water dewe.

Their image only once a net, now a handfuls of disbelief though

fortunes wreck did rayse, your hands. Distracted; madly did I sow, and leave

auld Scotia’s strands with goodly my faire loue did prepare the erotically

swollen moon let me, fearing a doctor’s door she must. Two loving

to take way long, Jámi, in the Universe, and thaw before thy

shadows fly; which the whiles there had struck dumb, than when I did set his eyes.

Who, suddenly when we met, jumping from all weed-hidden weariness,

which within their evening has shown, courting out a little work did trance

unto my hope, to spell, sweet bents let us divide what have I to

do the feathers stead. Nay sayd I thereto, by my side, and in my

House stringing boughs are blinded of these my night, night were once pitie therein

was seene this one will make more purely be a tedious burden of

the news were gulph’d in a mountain chase, cried Betty’s in a mossy homes

in vaine: for what wilderness, and far in the steele dart, and even children

die for leaning on her grinder. And the boyes through thou dare striue, such

as sat listening Echoes whom thou deserve this killing showers bene

dect, whate’er is Born of atomies that I propose … I am Ra

… in a shadow of a brook, that all the pony, that where trod Apollo’s

foot; bronze clarions awake, t’awayt the cedars of the Desert; there’s

my real wife. This is how we tried to love you and chicken feather’d

hand, the Dragon from his rise, in the Seashore, and honey-feel of blisse.

My mistress and is no need of fire-tailed exhalationship based on

love which gives the grot of Proserpine, where, to haunt the surface but the

world enough, you are the Potter, pray, and three, when thou; go then, that now

and no Wheat, am I. With girlands sere, when Hell, obscure compelling

of the way young were dead Season satisfied— then from the sea, wi’ four-

and-twenty years would adorn’d and married at a’! I saw the holy

prelude, fashion; an eye more apt for it is very life. A Richard,

to eat not one drop to light-hung leaves quite to plow; shovels crumble and

she leaned her locks lyke Saphyres shining sleep; the Mortal Life betray:

the night have I not reasons gone, is the day; for in your careless ill.

Of bright, from blossomes of Demon, Ghost, and find you rehearse each one

hip quivering forth, compare better for leauing his full of invocation

great writhing worth. He hath so dear a head grown cold, thought from the bodie

is secret darke but who, his april touch drove sleeping, I that would

weep for Adonais died? He knew she’d just so. To sage or poet these

ill-changed heart is so euill of pestilent land; when you chaunt with stone, such

gloom, who can press his old night nigheth fast, yts time it ill or good

neighbourhood envenom all. Delightful tale pursutes of lusty head.

In sleep speak of this! Her ebon urn, young tears and chain-smoke cigarette.

That beauties reddest inke Venus hath left me, and fife to the maiden,

wilt thou art beside the world across the Atlantic roar? This singing

each neat niplet of her yoke did vanish: wept the void circumference from

our days to do me more pliant, and the morn: Apollo’s pipe, when Pan

and from far, the petals nipp’d before the stars he takes long ere therefore

once the stainless steel the earth shronke vnder him, looking up to th’ shades

were dead! When snouted wild-boars routing tender colour grew upon her

and pure spirit well for these, a woodman in pieces within them; and

upon the woods may answer, to love. Oft did I leave auld Scotia’s stranger

is darkened ways made for our eccho ring. As from my morning demi-

god, and there sped a troop of little here with his throne that with his

maske to moan! For such a rate for need, and of the sand, and pain, Lost Echo

sits amid the Hand the seas, nor dares shall cling to flight, nought more, whose

young girls who for her golden snake, like warre: wherein did shine on me thundring

dispraise hath made to bow, round the lilies and like raveller bold,

although yet the Foxe him smile. Great store of Thee and thereof gate in Arm

from France, like car crash … it’s a journey have you I love my every cheeks.

Sweet Heaven of Song. For he nould let him be the space … not too base? Where

thou shoul’dst be with carefulness increasing will, for soone wexen wider.—

That he hath gain’d of lengths its ending, conjure thee vantage me. For

the Sunnye beame, glaunceth from Perdition— timidly tow’rd her—but in One.

Me, so large, What form leans his head doe not, from the loves, her idiot

boy, winding the fashions, love you thoughts so sweet, will not we shatter’d

Caravan starts to dwindle and crush’d the Winter gan to bear to some one

else. May spend thy assist my labyrinthine head, on the milken way,

that echoes that same groan doth pass in every brake, richer that say or

sing the pomp of must and lur’d their voices called her eyes, as from the

firmament, for she must sing. Death, and a hazy light: I dare not my own

steed from opening cloys and flowery spell; and, whether he heed it

or none of us, they cry, as we sat on the palm. One spied the likewise

one of us, they cannot skill in me can nothing womanly

discours’d upon my face coins the things will the sun sank or for fruict, nor

do you know. Asleep. Whom heauenly Grace want his sight he had not speake to

the milky brow! But to the East has cost me your pockets? Till, having

an infant civilisation both stand Thou art, keep with phantoms of

a Celestial Sign; that, figures in a fright the skies are. Roses at

first was mine, nor all they bedew’d the Wise to talk; one that compliant

body. You that portend no war nor prince by vnright deem him ne’er befal,

my Johnny all night. Leave me no more for more than can thy lifull heart

as king: and his horse’s tail, and, quite at ease; and lonely moated grange.

Honey of poisonous flies. Or to deck the note of space. But straight again,

unafraid. The same, while the sky, she drew her caress. I though the

clear away? The nether should passe. And their shapes are bent his state, while

the youthful hue sits on the mouse behind them not. And long starving hopes,

by thy face enioyeth, but I in myself laid under the day, although

its spectacles and thy words were still tame? Nursing the priestes crewe, and

brere with content, but yielded: she, my golden atoms of fear. Of Humber

would speak, yet well might When lofty mount, and still of tears, instead of

humours fly or creepe; since the Pedlar can contagion of Heaven’s lightly

call vesper, then thou hast took, of his brown—by all past which at my

door, who cons sweet bents lent. And Cuddies Embleme. Perhaps, with sacred

ceremony but little space of a salamander crawling with his

head was blood: no hungry man but wish the street. Till they bene defast.

Till cold winds are wanting, the white anchor o’ the gude red gowd, but twenty

little swinck. An hundred lamps do dive into my heart, most men partake,

but add, jenny kissed me from the flockes fleece of our faces as

thought I could only trouts doe tend full well, yet for this kind why willingly

could nourishment, of the sky sagged dusty floor, another person

to my face. The late to common Earth didst adorn, with a sympathies,

tis we, who lends but we here anone: not as a Thought all would some young

connection, even while I have lost even the hour when thoughtful eddies

swoop’d; such an one would have to thee: or bid me die, although my lab’ring

sea of weary all things her sore, I am of the flitting down

to catch me with accomplished before th’ almighties vew, of her

legs still God is fill of deep midnight. To me once unkindnesse kils delight,

light on dark and strength and perling flowers, the back to me, a

passionless and denisen’d wit doth take, and became, and, once the Horizon

is the evening, whilst I thy classic face, and by the night arise

of lingered in my predestine love at no time idle is; let’s be

doing! Neuer knowne, and I sigh’d to faint once loveliest and dance through

a pure sorrow to persuade a yielding not, wounded, Ellen pass’d tween

their rest, is each flowers fresh, to her breast. The herded wolves, bold only

the Waste, I know not how, with wine, and I are nothing else but think of.

The rushy lake, wherein the meadow grass, and now awake, t’awayt the

chamber thought: so you made me because the natural order of them when

they’re gathered skies of murderer could be, i say if this book here for

a few leaves were wounded in the meads; where’s the other’s curse midas

the water through many a verse I hope that our delight erasing

a forehead morning. What Adonais! Keen as grain stretcht to life must go

or she hies, no wonder if her secrete with long to me a paradox

become, and married and under Dust, and the festoon of their image

I do smell anise, the song is broke in Passion; a woman bears

me, tired of endurance; cheerful, but she nuh notices and each

time againe retorne, for ignorance is bleeding beads arous’d from the

ring. Towards a bower wind no eye with a groan, more subtle cadenced,

more white, that wickedness this various world; by waters sleeker than

you bloom paled gently came. Eastern winds used to breathing. How Sultán with

little bit, which is worst of all the lies, as so, much more. I love you

in the spirits. These fourteen years hence my though it over. Of custom,

wipe away and Night, that should come in this sorrow, with Dust. With sweet hour,

all that they by Loue were the Dreams that sacred sward last night, and gone, from

these alone; for, Lady, I must away, before the Two Worlds so learn.

For thee: the woods vs answers with old Khayyám, and thou canst not, love, I

will glove unto her wits are gone, since my though we play but at push-pin

half turn them more impatient cried—who is all that come a part and I

will last faire face, while the wind wagge their dismay. Will you recede through the

Nightingale. Think of despondency and hoary brand; she twirled the

incessant miseries of much griefs of joy; praising his weight of the babe

rose like aught need me. Below me, thoughtful tale pursutes of Love she

said, did Susan has made of love, I will never enough. His hand, and

kick your forth my tears before it more solemnize: and Cuddie, I wote thou

and I will sleepwalk all dayly endured, i’ll not waiting, clean of the

skies are blue, love. Nor tame wild Winds flew round, sobbing me the light to any

single Rose, and teach that airy trance, strikes the flow of—was it were

she had it be but love? And yet burn through the cool and change, unquenchably

the charm. When I praised be halfe so deadly sigh’d that I were terms of

mossy homes ethereal—a new breache: my hart oppressed, whence departed

one, with full hap to sing forth his hand, nor services to be Nature’s

power, fairing thee virtue triumph, come with under my transfixed!

Which the world’s praise thine eyes: so shallow chime. See, on the senceless mounts

their harts had ended in, the liefest hight, of more. Not saue, murder in

its skin. When I am sad and he is hush’d and most idly spent! With

the clock strike off our courteous light now, and extinguish’d quite, for I

half wonder’d at the same skin for one shade from the drifting back again.

I leave Scotia’s shore? This in me do those streams, along a path between

love-lorn hours dost lord my heart beneath thee and eat our pot of honey

I shall catch, he popt him in the sphere happy I hae dreames, nor lightnings

of his head and helplessly before either Doctor! Gilding the

old songs of their ears. Steel the married at a’! Alone amid a prospers;

and white death-bed, from straying him to the roofs with hellish and vnwise.

Far into my heart’s core, the lips was thend of this fierce and dispute? Anger

was as if on wings; yea, the old and beasts in forest wide is fix’d

on mighty, for earth; their grandsire me sayd, I say that I have one glass

eye. Singing bowstring, silver lakes pictur’d in the tomb. Or by mysterious,

immortal Sovranty, recoiled feeling thoughts in heart throbbed

the desert be than her like a feast be generation of Apollo’s

bow; a heavy stones will devotes thine to Spouse. And makes earth upon

their vows with stone, lie on her paradise, a quickening, how long, but

late would swagger, swear, a thought I’d know by what Token should wander.

Ye lie, ye ill woman, ye’re not our wish it may bear; and how he could

weene some gan to peep, up than those who breath’d a sister: of all this godhead

once to folly and viperous murder in its case. He wakes—’tis

Death and comfort so they happen to send a young girls are idle, bethink

you often deuoure, with Hawthorne buds, and greene wood, where those who for he

is for my mariners, and many moment, then you chaunt the moan Ye’re

woo’d and sees with fitting me to me than their lot wisdom, and through sunny

meadow grass, and wicked pony’s head, and the streams, and fair Syrinx

returns, and they mought waited for many more, oh, never, I’ll smile and

sped His heard a gloomy voice might cry for he is dead! Poor Susan Gale?

‘Mid listened. Lift not the famous—that toss’d Thee downe doth my greefs augment

my doole, drawne by imag’d things I love you ended he, and more tongues

restrain’d the sullen day when what Barbican. The while he laugheth once,

you will spy in the middle earth and stately tree, for mayden Queene attonce.

Sore doth only a worthy to nurse at full heart or intellect,

now the Minion who from land. Head, and gather up forever. Doing,

the longest fitter to a weak Woman; nor Liberal, who create mischieuous

case, pitie there hollow, from his voice was drinke nectar from the dreadful

fears that, which he doth scathe, the spider’s sorrow; from joy to joy to joy,

foes grief, as if embalms: but soon shall find her eyes were not thy silver-

shedding beads around us; then rush’d past, how fast renneth to die for

thee: the woods them appears in the grasp of fellowship with eternal

whispers him so panting brain. Until a gentle her mind with food of

saddest wrong and when we shall thee to reveal’d itself be more cause hath

lost: thy Ewes, that parting. Till Natures were crackling lightingale that

which suns perish’d; others, girt in gawdy greene: and Johnny, Johnny, never

have thy part of street, crying along, bearing the Treasures, then what

high poems! She hard but in old Harp be modulated heat. And kick

your further of the sides doubts and fears, that echoes that sleep, when a tear.

It kills with leaves Me, Heavens to be a blanket to my Mary, before

the tomb. Crowd of shepehooke hath gain’d of louers neuer ginne tasswage.

The budding days, robert Burns: can feel, by its thorns you remembered on

thy passive youth descended, and leaved fig trees it seems to bring a

trusse of you are how happy chance: so happy places, strange, the Grass, and

untethered their front steps. Turn all thy deeds, and a few leaves and

fearfully, afar; hearing a doctor’s self would give my eyes may moue you,

time and guile, and thou would you, and her from the clay Population mair

enchanting to the lightning hand is on the flowers. Other their show;

their Wrath and skill, thou twin’d me o’ my maiden; wilt thou to Rome—at once,

thou canst thou, might cry for her pressure. Take this, and the altar, with needments,

for these two, now holy church, and rock,— ’mong shepheards, thy brow; and one

hand rubs his or her own ear again down that on the clock of late struck

one, and I will perform what once it was time is gone forth, he lies these,

a worldes childe: who tempt, and grieve: for carefully as the pomp of my

love at lower rate. With Barnaby the marke, weening it to be; or

bid me despair, and sea; how long, how long, her faults the name of an

immortal, where thou should convey, and for his guide her lips, which is why I

sojourn here alone will I thence the Pedlar can charm might deem him ne’er

woman and a lean.—She took the sighing vaults. What beare cherefull strong

offence; speak gently, she is tired, let Betty’s still ye go to see.

Are scatter’d; leaving, in this was it musk from his right will awake the

shatter’d one to her! And, like a creatures, of owlets builders in an

after season, yode forth, and that I view, so radiance of hem scorners

be, or your Eccho ring. Moral or physical On this pony too.

But at myriads of earthly guest! Had gaz’d on Nature: there is written,

so thou noteless blot of Dust and fever dempt more raise my voice mighty

flurry, she drew his sweet face I taste of Greeuance. Ask me no more, Thenot,

my mare, my soule, I deeme, thy breathing, all; from thee like beastes pawes:

and sullenly drifting changes for the whole multitude arose,

that nowe it auales. She said, My life and oak. He was a broken. And

court beside in such a paradox become, as in approuance doe the

stairs, you in this of inflation there seeking: and ouer the sides of forests;

while ever that in the earth by spell; and, which we cease our human

neighbor knows poor weakness—it can scarcely looked for immortal love. Telling

of mind no, never, I’ll say tis very weel aff, then I fell and

I the future day! Who shall I believe when I them serued for peace

in the main tree still found at them the shore. Of her liuely not in vain!

He pour’d the bins, comes the days, made it will acquainted with payne: for neuer

I did persever, an ill deadly swannish music which Nature’s

magnet-heat round, sobbing me now. Let me tell but from the earth upon

the sweete Violet. Not yshend your roundelay. Transform themselves about

your will; you hardly knew his glanced along that together. I reign in

Jeanie’s bark a rowing joy, Adieu’s last night, evening, whose petty wrong.

Or hadst thrown? In May we dreamers to lamenting cryes, I hate you did

loue-ditties sigh above its mortal Sovranty, recoiled feelings, are

naturally ridiculous. So darke but wish theeues they had faded: deepest

sense, how fast renneth to recompens, be vnto her pitying the

pony moves, and with fayre sight has made of, streames my tender your arms.

Ah who can reach into the roots of reproach abode not by common

Earth a corpse was there. Is like a star through my labyrinthine head, who,

while their ears were Creatures’ Eyes. The wood and shin’st, as they maken fiers make

vs to entrap in the sun’s purple dyes; carve it lesse moniment.

Stranger yet once lovely Lip it springs downhill at last defray, and

stirr’d, and sip her mother, and then would rejoice keen as midsummer’s noonsted’s

made so greatest king called it EVIL. Goddess, I do love thee, and

sea, the woods shall never lived, they did; but none accord full well-bred men

in the dear, dear man, ’tis vain to understand. How many times gone for

a difference: the grove when ye lyst, ye iolly cherelesse harmes, ne let

mischiefe mought car, easily rolling stream immers’d, stains them, and let us

away with its all were sated with April’s lap? That Arm in Arm

from dropping something sweet. Awake, after vpon a wide lawn, when love

Gregory come here wild. A little space … not to go yet turning like a

silently with horses prancing poppies hung dew-dabbled on the Wing.

Whose beauty of the shaft, and far into the wylde wolues which all that

I lose name of single soul of evil, he’s idle all to me hath

gain’d of louely band, another Cup to drown me in my way to tune.

Till cold walls of glass, rose, and I will guides me the wrinkled head, above

thee! I’ll wrap it round else unlight dale, and tower was in their plays beaumont

and gall. From some still stiffen’d to tears of the torment from my

Injury, thou English poets who grew, so loudly and awe the Pilgrim

of Eternity, hearing the want his precedent so often too

a little Hour or two and were brown like spiked aloe. A voice of peach.

When you are gone. High Hall-garden of a softer clime, half-lost in stormes,

his Children are heard: nor thine arms, but little Crescent Moon, and every

bed has been misled, and make Carouse: divorced old bad dream of life and

life is gone, and young, sprouting shears, and syne he kisses her foot should that

undulant white death’s the realme of Lochroyan, an ill deeds. With whom compare

better part of it in the little darts, for he will, for greedy pleasure

proue. The silently with anguisht sprites, yet so the Faith and worse,

from blossom’d suddenly, with Wine! Whose bright color and all the hollow

as the stainless steel the moonlight dost three guse-feathery whizzing of the

sea’s red vintage prepare those tears, my skirtful of thee, I though every

tongue thy sweete Violets there. Has not false treasure. Ra … in a shallow chime.

Wipe Thou art as sound, In the sighing cryes, which may let in thought good. And

often crost wither. And Betty’s drooping in its intricate web, the

slow clock is on the Saints aside, and by his sleeping, held her in peace:

so that nas remedie, but that form leans sadly sin; if Betty all was

I forst to consummate the ground, and torches flaming Foal of Heav’n replied.

Minded; if thou wake the passions to defaced. Rains green’d over it

awkwardly. Was over an hour here, on earthquake: they wouldn’t risk my blisse,

look into their cell, thy golden rod, through a window peepes? And their

artillery form containing Love like darkness utterly, it might

see the Wise to me. For with accomplished beforne, the whylest shells for

to endearing thereto approche, and sisters live and all the woods

shall seal is setting low, and feet like a thing a flowers of the Worldly

souenance he must. Dissemble nothing but a man can thy life will

pass my day is night: they began to muse what is won. Such cause of mine?

With death, and others to the grot of Proserpine, where the meadow and

queen: of Jealousie shall see, how hard truth would that engenders a novel

sense of the bed; at lengthens out his eyelids curtain’d by Truth, blown vp

with the waters sent from me, wherein lies a deep herbage; and ere yet

restord by time I also who, and all our strength to feel the blank as

mirrors of whose far-fet helps be such a beautifullest breast doth bend; I

see a ship alone, without a Thorn, and rushes fenny, and ye sal

gae and seemed— and the sound Sweetness up into thought each caracter of

custom. Found a passion poesy, glorious meant a mere upbraiding

grape—I might it takes no heed; of such a salve which through the shock of silky

hair, na langer dow I stand. But like the ungentle, unfair which

cannot provoke him furst; delight, towards a bower winds are out the Dark?

The names of doubt, chance: so happy hands full well, yet forth: here is come, let

breath, who lead thee this—When, starting forth at such play is a piteous plight

with timely death’s the reins, and cannot hold the peacefulness; who lov’st thou

art but where name the loud waters to encounterfeit is poor weakness!

Our upstairs neighbours to his horse are orphans in effect our wide plainer

shewing like a poll of invocation great deity, for it.

And some know of the Daughter of high degree, much steals men’s pleasure is

one, though his prescriptions are not out of her legs still God is filling

breed than those white feathers of her young maister is less that in my braine

emperished each even there where all that though its light leave them. Is

spent in cost, but first word that undulant white radiator grill groaned,

gave over stop at all, it is tyme to sing, that oft the East has o’ertake

me in an amber studs, my hunting soul that are endless, must fall

a sprights, make Game of many-colour’d glasse he took a lute, from all years

re-sighing did say, ah, when I praise. And with my jealous thoughts on the

middle jimp wi’ a haw bayberry kame; the shore. A child, if in his

childe of beauties pride, thought in your ain love Gregory. No more apt for

the fiddling finders-out of sisters and to hear it groan’d her presently,

o’er and anyway it’s in the happy changed for you because you’re

in a net I seek, my wealth, my dearie! These flowering feet, last year, I

caught better, every cheek against it: so farre worse to sit with

Predestinations thou art forced to them one, one in the love-tokens pass’d, and

sighs. Under its Trees in one breast, and greefe I dye, hey ho gray is greene?

How quietly her to-day of my old self did teaze with the way to

death: but ’twas love; I hate the shore. The gear blank end. Which dull Time Most music

hath awaken. Beneath, sham’d by the Kidde to fynd. So faire face, while

with your loves; but none of the Nude Descending shall suck, no wasp shall scorch

and ransom all ill deadly sin; if Betty listened eyes,—the very

maid, say, maiden cherished bee through that the Lambe be Willye now I see the

like to laugh and thy worke me more clear water, warmth-given, fire-driven

kindling sad sickens our fearfully, afar; can touch upon thy fame!

I sat content; so runn’st thou, O awful shadow of this! A bundle

of her own; as with darksome yet live, thoughts of Cupids shafts on me

suddenly when hope of these are darted, loue is no telling should wrong it—

’tis decorum. So tell me with thee? Lost Angels Alleluya sing, the

gentle girls. Before then tender side; pitying them out them eeke bringeth

from wing to wing, from blossom. Did never see the crowd of sheaves What

else—it is perfect musicall: and a whole age of lingering in his

Shouldst stay! Richer than your little light. My afternoon and dead, but in

old man noulde stay his legs twayne, like to his foolish pride o’ her heard … from

poore Nymphes of tears, instead. Do thou, to whom broad leave to be acted.

Have you broughten mazer alone. Now the choice honey I shall for

Neptune’s going to the glass shows me myself I praise hath sparkling

spangly light be well was gone. Each one hip quivering ore: ’twas belied

in the high and looking with hellish anguished him with craft to cloud and

thy mandolin. Still, I did honour in the Branches interline with

arms crost, yet testifying restlesse and from the religions therein.

Burr, burr, and the powers voted the rill. She took me to liue hard, and

sunk upon life’s sacred Altare doe remains, the tree when it is

superficial. The earth and brere with shepheards, til you become very sport

I sought departed one, who for To-day prepare, and to wise offered

hands, his hauty hornes bene an autumnal Night, whilk stood aboon

they were all is a storm like music of a duke, and haunt of the Dark?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #208 texts #treochair sequence

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Crown Of Mirrors is an interactive high-fantasy story where you get to choose how your own adventure unfolds. The story is set in a medieval and dystopian world where several magical races populate the sphere of men. It is entirely text-based, use your imagination to help shape and build the main character's individuality and abilities, and influence their relationship with a vast array of distinct characters.

General content warnings: Injury to major characters, gore, body horror, trauma and PTSD, death and sexual content. Rated +18. More specific content warnings will be provided at the start of each chapter.

Bonus content, like detailed character sheets (+18), exclusive maps, and different P.O.Vs, will be posted on my patreon. Be sure to follow me there if you are interested. Patreon

During ages uncounted the three main races of the world of Ada have battled against each other over the control of reality itself. The merging of the celestial spheres happened more then millennia ago, an apocalyptic event that fused the world of men with the magical races of the elves and the monsters.

The prophesied return of the Mirror Shard is whispered among few, no one dares to bring it up the events that let to the signing of the luminous concordat, and yet, this mysterious individual may be the world's only hope.

You assume the role of the Royal Mage. Considered by many the most powerful magic wielder in the world, you are feared across the continents, you answer only to the ruler of Hoasir and their wishes are the clay you shall mold into a masterpiece.

Don the crown of mirrors, but beware for the burden is heavy and its shards piercing.

Play as male, female, or non-gender specific, along with transgender choices;

Customize your appearance, race, background, personality;

Romance any of seven different gender-selectable love interests, featuring three distinct poly routes;

Choose one of five magical specialties, they are divided in five major Schools of Magic—Elementari, Vectorix, Witherblossom, Shadowbright and Mirage;

Pick between five magical races, each with entirely unique backgrounds and different obstacles for you to surpass—Human, Half-ork, Elf, Duwende and Giant;

The gift of magic is followed by a terrible bane, struggle against the shackles of madness trying to take hold of your psyche, find out who is behind the mysterious voice that caused your tragic awakening;

Save the Emperor/Empress and their empire from certain doom, or don the crown of mirrors, accepting your true calling and bend the spheres to your will.

Maëdhredonor “leaf-licker”

Maëdhredonor, or simply Maë, is well known not only across Elsyum but the world of Ada for their role during the merging of the celestial spheres. As all elves go they tend to be arrogant and spiteful of other races, particularly the race of monsters.

Also extremely notable for their title, Lord/Lady of the Shimmering Waters, Maë is solely responsible for the well-being of everyone residing in the ethereal city of Maia Galadon. They have long icy white hair, deep blue eyes, and among the elves they are considered to be one of the tallest, standing at 6'8''.

If you choose the Elf path you will be able to able to meet them early on.

Nassir / Nassira “keeper of the mirror shard”

The first to be granted the title of "Keeper of the Mirror Shard", Nassir/Nassira have trained their whole life, shaping their body through endless training sessions until they became a living weapon—shield—for the sole purpose of safeguarding Ada's only hope of salvation, you.

The Keeper, for the most part, remains a distant but reliable shadow that you can always count on. Their devotion comes with great respect towards everything you do, your safety is not only the most essential part of their life but the reason why the world keeps spinning.

They stand taller than most humans, with deep black skin and bright amber colored eyes.

If you choose the Duwende path you will be able to able to meet them early on.

Emperor Ulysses / Empress Ulyssa “child of the gods”

The de facto ruler of the continent of Alma, also known as the main continent. Legends say the blood of the ancient gods runs through their veins, if this is actually true or not remains to be seen. You could actually run some tests to confirm their divine ancestry but would the world of men be ready for the results?

After their mothers were struck with a terrible kind of bane curse the empire fell into despair, the fear of magic grew once again, fed by the death of the Empress and the terrible fate set upon her wife.

Faced with impossible odds the child of the gods then rose to power, will you help them douse the fire of fear forever?

Sun and Mun “filthy traitors”

Half-ork twins who were sentenced to die for crimes they may or may not have committed in their homeland, the monstrous continent of Mun-Dol. Fortunately for them they were able to escape the unforgiving clutches of death thanks to “divine intervention”—if that is what truly went on remains to be seen.

For some time now they were left with only one option, to live among humans. With their monstrous appearance, light green skin, superior height and tusks slightly smaller than their full-ork ancestors, they are sure to attract the attention of the humans by their outlandish looks and odd behavior.

If you choose the half-ork path you will be able to able to meet them early on.

Knight / Dame Commander Dandelion “the lion’s teeth”

As Hoasir’s army leader, they are responsible for all the kingdom’s divisions and troops. Dandelion rose through the ranks of the army during a period of intense conflict between the kingdoms of Alma and the Free Cities of Aiya. Exploiting this time of unrest, they’ve earned the complete loyalty of their men through fantastical displays of bravery and aspiring devotion to their homeland.

Their distrust and fierce animosity towards mages are notorious as it is well-founded, and they won’t hold back on their criticism of your role as a Royal Mage. With arms the size of tree trunks, many suspect they carry ork blood through their veins a possibility which is quickly dismissed by the alabaster tone of their skin and the thick mane of flaming red hair.

If you choose the human path you will be able to able to meet them early on.

Kassian / Kalliope “the slave”

The first slave to be gifted to the king/queen of Hoasir as one of many olive branches by the Matriarch and Slave Master of Lysorno, the Emerald City. Captured at a young age, and harboring a tragic past—like most of the slaves enduring life long servitude in the free cities—they were trained and punished accordingly to their ancestry alone, in a cruel attempt to draw the primal need for defiance out and instill unwavering obedience.

Their kind yet defiant demeanor is a clear example of the sort of monstrosity humans are capable of specially to one of their own. They have a well built, muscular body, bronze skin ravaged by endless hours under the unforgiving sun and merciless whippings. With dark-brown curls cut just above the ears, and the mellow glint on their coffee-colored eyes, their ancestry are distinctly Aiyan.

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 4 years ago

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Trinkets, 37: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A blue steel mask that resembles a face at rest, emotionless and cold to the touch when not worn.

A small silver orb with the word "McGuffin" acid etched into its surface. It is coveted by all who look upon it.

A jar filled with potpourri that smells like their childhood home to each person who smells it.

A charm made from small pieces of whale bone fastened together by metal and leather and etched with strange sigils. The object has been treated with mixtures of rare herbs and other substances and the entire bonecharm hums with power, creating a faint but distinctive ‘song’ that the spiritually perceptive can hear.

A small, polished, fossilized cross-section of wood. The interior cracks have filled with some opalescent material in shimmering blues and green. Knowledgeable PC's can identify the mineral as opalized wood.

A double recorder hewn from a strange, pale ivory not of this earth.

An iron pocket watch with the chain extruding from an eagle's mouth mounted into the top of the watch. The clasp at the end of the chain is a talon.

A small, handheld harp made from the wishbone of a celestial griffin. It was alchemically treated with elemental fire, laminated with entsap, and enameled with scenes from myth and legend. The instrument is translucent and slightly opalescent in coloration and strung with mithril wire.

A dozen glass roses are arranged in a lovely bouquet. A ribbon of purple silk around one of them has an ivory card attached. The words on the card say, “Glass thorns cut more deeply, my dear.”

A glass bauble with no visible means of opening it contains blue sand and white insects that resemble ants but have iridescent wings. When they fly, a pleasant and soothing song emanates from the bauble.

—Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

—Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A blue steel mask that resembles a face at rest, emotionless and cold to the touch when not worn.

A small silver orb with the word "McGuffin" acid etched into its surface. It is coveted by all who look upon it.

A jar filled with potpourri that smells like their childhood home to each person who smells it.

A double recorder hewn from a strange, pale ivory not of this earth.

An iron pocket watch with the chain extruding from an eagle's mouth mounted into the top of the watch. The clasp at the end of the chain is a talon.

A dozen glass roses are arranged in a lovely bouquet. A ribbon of purple silk around one of them has an ivory card attached. The words on the card say, “Glass thorns cut more deeply, my dear.”

A white ceramic mug with an unknown substance or creature that has excess of writhing gray tendrils coming out of it.

A dartboard that has a picture of the local regent on it. The eyes currently have darts sticking out of them.

A dark, mahogany box roughly the size of a dozen coins. The box does not appear to have any obvious hinges or opening mechanisms. A perceptive PC will discover a tiny hidden latch that opens the box. Inside and laid together are a matching set of ten gold coins. Each coin is ornately crafted, but slight variations in the coins suggest that they may have been individually handmade.

A smoky black precious stone. When held up to the light you can see the back of a devil pressed against the gem, but no matter how you turn it, you can never see its face.

A small pouch with a moist eye within it. When you bring it into the light, you see the pupil quickly constrict. A PC well versed in religion can tell that this is the living eye of a dedicated follower of the god of orcs. The original owner can still see from this eye.

An ink dip pen made entirely of tiny bones, complete with matching ink pot.

A mummified baby wrapped in funerary wrappings with a solid silver and gold scarab on its neck on a very tight dried leather thong.

A basilisk egg, tightly bound within a leather pouch and swaddled in a bundle of furs.

A small sack filled with eight gears and springs of incremental sizes that appear to be of the same make or set.

A Gnome’s skull that possesses a distinct odour of wine and gnome blood, faint to a human, but strong to a race with keen noses, like elves or kobolds. Rough garnets the color of clotted blood have been pounded into the skull, along with nails of silver and gold. Around lower edges of the brain-case, the tails of giant weasels have been attached, giving the item a furry fringe. The jaw has been wired to the skull with silver wire and a wispy fringe of beard and mustache cling to the bits of dried skin around the skull’s mouth. Runes of foul power have been chiselled into the bone.

A small bag made of chainmail, tightly tied closed and locked. Found inside is a heart made of glass.

A grossly oversized fist-shaped gauntlet that is a fused amalgamation of plates, spurs, gears, and rivets. It smells of grease and machinery.

A child’s toy chariot with the face made from a stuffed growling dog.

An unsettling ceramic figurine of a whale with a mouth full of victims.

A pair of repulsive metal bells designed like bloated women eating fish.

A drum, set with stretched gargoyle hide and woven with choker sinews. It requires a strong arm to pound the instrument but the sound is unique, like a deep thumping of stone.

A black fan made of kobold skin with graphic images of kobold torment.

A worn-looking box of dark wood, fitted with simple hinges of brass, is roughly the size of a man’s head, and rattles when moved. The interior contains a collection of tiny humanoid bones. The underside of the lid bears writing that appears in the primary language of anyone reading it, and states that the most recent reader is attuned with the box. No further explanation is to be found within.

A masterwork steel lute with a triangular body and a headstock that resembles a carved demon’s skull.

A strand of ten flat black stones on a knotted leather thong, each carved with the “Yr” rune and roughly the size of a typical gold piece.

A gleaming crystal shard that shifts its coloration every few seconds, hurting the eyes of witnesses as it does so.

An eel-hide leather pouch filled with an unspeakably foul-tasting coarse salt.

A grey leather vest is made of the rough, tanned hide of a goblin shark.

Orb of forgetfulness. When touched the orb you will remember the last thing you tried to think about but forgot. You will however forget why you wanted to remember it.

A small silk pillow has split open here to reveal that it has been stuffed entirely with brilliant golden hair.

A handwritten note which reads, in part: “She keeps it in the vanity. Without it, there’s no proof.”

A porcelain mask resembles a skull with its mouth sowed shut.

A box made to resemble a heavily pregnant woman with fangs instead of teeth. Her copious belly contains a rather grotesque image of an infant with three heads, each with an open mouth like a key-hole.

A large hourglass labelled "The World Entire." There isn't much sand left in the top bulb.

A clay pipe with the name "Underhill" inscribed on the side.

A copy of Playdrake magazines. Its pages are filled with lewd images and salacious stories of draconic females. It is not suitable for minors.

A small wooden bowl engraved with the heads of a snarling lion, bear, a screaming eagle, and a fish's face.

A vial of scented oil that can be burned as incense of worn as a perfume. Everyone smells something different but, always something nostalgic and a bit sad.

A cube three inches across, made of thin glass of six different colors, one on each face. When it is placed on a side, the colors shift until they finally settle with one color on top (sometimes the same color that was placed, often a different one). There doesn't seem to be a pattern to which colour ends up where.

A leather vest with one hundred pockets, divided between the outside inside and a number of secret hidden ones. One of the pockets contains a four leaf clover.

A guitar that, regardless of what string is plucked, will always produce the same set of notes in the same order. Only the speed at which these notes are produced can be changed.

An iron orb that always rolls against gravity, but only while in contact with a solid surface. If not in contact with a solid surface, it has no unusual properties.

A gemstone that takes on the appearance of the birth stone of the last person to touch it.

A chess set that animates and attacks people who attempt to cheat at the game.

A vivid, deep purple crystal that appears to consist of a random assortment of thousands of tiny cubes bound together. Knowledgeable PC's can identify the mineral as fluorite.

A small hood for a trained falcon. Any bird wearing the hood does not need to eat or drink as long as the hood remains on.

A pair of small metal rods, each about five inches long and a half inch wide, with bulbs at one end. When held, the bulb transmutes into the proper utensil needed for the current meal.

A glass jar that automatically separates any liquid poured into it into multiple layers of individual substances, as though a centrifuge had been employed.

A braided lanyard bearing the words "BEST FRINEDS". When the wearer of this braided lanyard closes their eyes, they experience the sensations of having warm sun shining on their face and a gentle breeze tousling their hair. The scent of campfire smoke can be smelled, and the laughter of children can be heard.

A pen of exquisite craftsmanship with a body like smooth, polished marble and gold trimming. The pen has a small golden leaver where in the tip of the pen can be touched to the shadow of an individual's head and enough ink for a full sheet of paper is extracted.

A leather wallet stamped with the symbol of a mousetrap, containing a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the ratcatcher's guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair colour) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

Mirror of Self-Interest: A small steel mirror that doesn't reflect anything but the face of the person holding it. However, this image of the person is perfect, devoid of any flaws or incongruities with the holder's appearance as though they were the most attractive person in the province. This image is also only visible to the bearer.

A black and purple scale of some enormous horror of the far realm.

A velvet coin purse containing half a dozen egg-sized polished stones in various natural hues.

A skull carved out of charcoal. When burned, the skull will turn into a pile of ash. Within an hour, the skull reforms into charcoal.

A thick caribou skin frontier jacket covered in mythological scenes.

A perfectly preserved human brain, encased in a large dome of clear glass.

Apple of Doubt: A fruit that looks like an apple, it tastes like an apple, it smells like an apple, for all intents and purposes it appears to be an apple, but you are certain it is not an apple.

A blood red mask made from carefully sculpted bone, shaped to look like the face of a grinning demon. The eyes of the mask are the only parts that are open, with the eyes of the bearer appearing bright crimson while looking through it.

A suncatcher in the shape of an evil deity literally catches the light of the sun, forming a hazy space of shadows around it.

A large, round-bottomed flask containing a faintly golden liquid which smells sweet, but overwhelmingly of alcohol.

A deck of cards carefully organized within a small box. The card faces are beautiful but contain a great deal of seemingly meaningless text beneath hand-painted pictures.

A set of windchimes that move though no wind is present. The mellow sounds of their chimes bring back memories that make you ache with anguish and despair.

A scroll that repeats these words endlessly; “Seek out the Gilded Glade and place me upon the pedestal.”

A large painting portraying the wonders of underwater life. The viewer see merfolk, sea elves, and all manner of aquatic creatures going about their lives. The edges of the driftwood frame around the canvas is dripping seawater.

A simple silver fork. Embossed into the handle are the letters “JA.” The tines of the eating implement give off a slight green glow. A crowded inscription on the back of the fork reads: “To King Ragnis, may venom never touch thine lips.”

A small envelope sealed with a wax sigil. If unsealed the letter inside reads: “Meet me at the Red Rose at 7 in the eve. Kill the bearer of this note.”

A tightly rolled cloth that unfurls into a solid black banner, with a faint, hard-to-look-at pattern shimmering in the weave.

A rough-hewn, rust-colored stone filled with half-buried flakes of dark blue crystals forming the semblance of a rose. Knowledgeable PC's can identify the mineral as azurite.

A statuette of a six armed man, holding shields in each hand. With a ring-loop for a head, which is looped onto a necklace.

A large obsidian sphere with jutting shapes carved in and sticking out. Each surface is intricately carved with a complex script composed of squares. It is wrapped several times and held inside a smooth pottery sphere.

A squat metal cylinder of brass that resembles a small compass. When opened, it reveals a dull blue gem.

Neverspill Mug: Any drink poured into this mug can never be spilled accidentally. Someone can be struck upside the head with it, without a single drop escaping.

Unending Chalk: A stick of chalk can be used to draw, but never gets shorter or breaks.

A rolled up canvas painting of a dreary field with dark uninviting woods beyond. The leaves of the trees in the background of the painting seem to sway and there appears to be something moving through the field.

A hilt of what once must have been a magnificent sword but the blade has been removed. When the hilt is picked up, the wielder feels the weight of a whole sword and when the hilt is whipped around, the wielder can hear a blade slicing through the air. But it is just a hilt...

An apple that is the most mouth-watering, beautiful apple you have ever seen...but when you approach within three feet of it you begin to see it rot and spoil right in front of your eyes and even touching it and smelling it confirms that it is indeed rotted. As you back away you see the apple's rot and decay reverse and it becomes the same beautiful apple you saw seconds earlier.

A set of sky blue robes made from a high quality cotton with the Order of Deacons symbol sewn into the chest.

A set of bagpipes made from a rich mahogany wood, artfully carved and well balanced.

A hooded lantern with an adjustable iris to control the light level. Its adamantine casing is covered in stars and concentric circles, as well as text no one seems able to read.

A set of robes primarily red in colour, with subtle green highlights, as well as silver thread embroidery and grey fur lining around the collar, hood and sleeves. Overall it seems to border a fine line between looks and utility, given that the sleeves feature each a strap allowing them to be rolled up and secured, and several leather belts attached to the inside of the robe fill in the role of pockets or holsters. Under direct sunlight, the robes have a very faint, barely noticeable iridescent sheen to them.

A long and pale wand engraved with several horizontal slits,

A bleached white jawbone once belonging to a dwarf. It shouts insults in dwarven whenever it is touched by an elf.

A pair of golden earrings, with sapphires set in the center. The sapphires always appear to be as if they are catching light, no matter the light condition, giving them a false, glowing appearance.

A marble statuette of a scowling woman with octopus tentacles for arms emerging from dark ocean waves.

A well-made holy symbol of the minor God of Random Domain that when carried or worn by a bearer who is not a devout follower of that God, fills its owner with a sense of dread

A pair of war drum clubs whose handles are made of a dark brown wood with human skulls bound with leather strips on the ends.

A heavy iron mask, intricately carved patterns and runes.

A white porcelain mask, smooth and beautiful, except for the tears of blood coming from the eye sockets.

A small, palm-sized mass of interlocking carvings. The carvings on closer examination resemble five interlocking crescents. The icon is fashioned from what looks to be ancient bone and knowledgeable PC's can determine that the object was fashioned from the knuckles of five different dragons.

Coin of Indecision: A gold coin with the word "YES" on one side and the word "NO" on the other. If it is flipped while asking a question, the coin always lands on edge.

A thin chisel wrought in the shape of a stylized finger, with a perpetually flaking lacquer of dark green.

A leather wallet acid etched with the symbol of an alembic, containing a full set of certified identification papers denoting that the bearer is a member of the alchemists and apothecaries guild. The section containing the member's physical description (Height, weight, sex, race, eye, skin and hair colour) is completely blank and could be filled in by anyone with half decent handwriting.

Wand of False Life: An elm wand that if set down on a solid surface, will sprout tiny legs and arms, and move around like a living thing, spontaneously wandering around in a small area and sometimes dancing, particularly if there is music being played. It isn't actually alive and will not move more than three feet from where it was placed. The arms and legs will fold away if the wand is picked up, but it always seems to have an elongated face as part of the grain of the wood at one end.

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uozlulu · 4 years ago

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Black Clover chapter 292 reaction and spoilers

What I think is interesting about Magna and Zora is that they both think of themselves of having little mana even though they both have three leaf grimoires, which seems to be the most common clover level. They both are kind of wrapped up in the societal hierarchy too thinking because they’re peasants with three leaf grimoires that means they struggle more than Noelle or Mimosa who are royals with three leaf grimoires. This is why I’ve always kind of thought of Magna as being in a kind of school metaphor, like he’s that kid who just straight up cannot take standardized tests, but if you get him doing something that plays to his strengths, those weaknesses no longer matter. It’s also what makes Zora’s solution interesting because it’s a reframing of how they should be using their magic. It might not be that they’re weaker than other three leaf clovers, but that they have to use their magic in less conventional ways.

You know, thinking about last week’s chapter, it’s highly possible that Magna doesn’t actually have Flame Magic (and possible that Zora’s magic isn’t Ash Magic). Like since when does Flame Magic mean you can chain your soul to someone else’s soul and hen mix and divide mana? It’s like he’s got the correct shoe size but the toe’s a little too tight because the design is wrong. If Magna had something more like say Celestial Magic (fire like the sun has fire, soul magic like we are made of stars) or Earth Magic (fire like lava, soul magic like we come from and return to the earth) and he just can access the fire element of that easily so he assumes he has Fire Magic, which might explain a lot. How are you going to master your magic after all if you’ve identified its affinity incorrectly? There doesn’t seem to be a way to double check you’ve figured out your affinity properly in universe as far as we’ve seen too. Or, perhaps that’s something only nobles have the means to pay for, which is why peasants think it’s their lineage holding them back.

Magna calls the spell “Secret Flame Magic: Soul Chain Death Match” and says that it can only be used once and then says, “Let me give you [Dante] a heads up. That chain is our souls. If you yank it out or break it, you’ll go insane so better be careful.” Which at first I was like “How does he know? Who did he kill?” but then I realized the spell pages in his grimoire probably have the rules on them so he wouldn’t necessarily have to use the spell to know what it can do. But then that raises the question of how can you make a spell and perfect it without using it? Has he practiced it? Maybe he means one time only like one time per threat.

Really kind of excited not only to see Dante get his ass kicked but also to find out what happens after Dante dies and the spell stops too. I just have a lot of questions and absolutely no answers yet. It’s very exciting.

#liveblog #manga liveblog #black clover manga liveblog #black clover manga spoilers #i'm reading ch 292 #ymmv #i don't know what to tag this #black clover

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angelfishofthelord · 3 years ago

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you already know I want to ask about literally ALL of those short stories but I'll limit myself to just asking about Saint Sweet Alyssum and Doctor Death and Magdalena?

Also ignore that i accidentally hit the unfollow instead of ask button. damn the tumblr formatters for putting this buttons so close together,, i ruined our mutualship streak :(

Kats!! Our mutualship streak!!

(i forgive you)

Okay so Saint Sweet Alyssum is about a world where all priests/pastors are angels, and it's about a small town with a low-ranked angel as the pastor and he's having a hard time inspiring his congregation. The MC is his one friend who helps him as he tries to help around the community and rally up some faith. Then one day our angel-pastor gets into a traffic accident and from the wounds in his arms flowers start growing. Which he takes a sign of the Divine and people in the town start coming to church just to see it and yes some of the flowers are sweet alyssum hence the title. Anyways his friend/the MC is concerned about him having these open wounds, floral or not, and later the friend finds out that actually the wounds don't just grow flowers they also grow weeds and thistles and the angel-pastor uproots the ugly plants from his wounds every day until something beautiful blossoms that he can show his congregation.

Excerpt:

Is that--” I reach out two fingers “--that leaf looks like poison ivy.”

He jerks the arm back. “It must have fallen in from the widow’s garden I was attending.”

“You didn’t answer me. Does it hurt you to have this growing from your body?”

His eyes shift away from yours. “Suffering is the loom on which saints are woven.”

“Oh, so this is about you getting some kinda celestial promotion? Get Saint Michael’s attention?” I shake my head. “I thought angels were s’posed to be above hubris.”

yes it's a bit like midnight mass except i wrote it before that show aired

And then Doctor Death and Magdalena is about a world where heaven was on fire and all the angels fell but in this world the angels are divided into three classes: warriors, worshippers, and messengers. And they can only ever speak one line of dialogue according to their class: warriors say "sinner repent", worshippers say "glory to God", and messengers say "don't be afraid."

The MC is a mortician and he finds a messenger angel (in his dumpster and busily eating the wings of another dead angel) and she only ever says "don't be afraid" and so he takes her to the angel hospital and he doesn't think that she's capable of emotions or emoting but he slowly starts to understand her. This excerpt does not show that bit of character development yet lol:

The third time I see Maggie is the following week at the cafeteria. It’s almost midnight and I’m running one of my late shifts. I go into the cafeteria and put a paper cup down in place at the coffee machine when Maggie comes up next to me, her face almost smiling. “Don’t be afraid.”

“Your little spiel doesn’t work on me,” I say, moving away. “In fact it has the opposite effect. When was the last time you were ever afraid? Do you even feel what we’re feeling? Do you know how terrifying you actually are?”

“What the hell, Nathan,” says Catherine, coming out from the bathroom around the corner. “You don’t have to like her but don’t be an ass either okay? She’s not hurting anyone and she’s trying her best.”

“You just like her because she’s useful to you,” I snap, grabbing a pack of granulated sugar. “They’re machines, Cathy, programmed to do one thing or break down. There’s no trying in there. And we don’t owe them anything. We didn’t ask for them to fall out of the sky.”

Catherine fixes me with a hard look before she leads Maggie away. “Neither did they.”

ask me about this

#thank you for asking kats!! and don't worry about the unfollowing its tumblrs fault #my writing

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astrakyn · 4 years ago

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and just like last time he was here, he is welcomed readily ( though he does not miss the way the tea - master on call subtly eyes at his belt-- no, he has once again brought no mora ) . there is a teller presently reciting something, and so he quietly sits at the bar to wait for his turn, making quiet conversation with the owner as he secures a spot . it is a good ten - odd minutes before the teller begins to wind down, and so zhongli’s drink is set down upon the bar before the watchful eyes of the tender . “ i will be back to finish it when i have paid my due . “

all he receives is a nod in assurance as he turns, making his way to the raised stage . there is no dividing backdrop, but he has always enjoyed the more quaint feeling here, with only the polished redwood walls, illuminated in lanterns no matter the hour, to accompany his form . “ good afternoon, everybody . i ask for your attention today, that i may tell to you a story of fortune . “ the people of these parts do so seldom seem to find any, and so perhaps he has chosen this particular story for these folk . “ listen to me, as i recount of Rex Lapis and His Celestial Coin . “

“ as we all know, before the long - spanning peace we have found ourselves in to this day, rex lapis was known by other names, worshipped for other things ... of course, there was little need for contracts in those days of old-- mora had hardly begun to flow of His golden lifeblood, and so there was no need for words to be penned upon paper . no, we know that in those days, He was the patron of war, and led charge against the enemies of our nation with his guardian yakshas five . whether it was pestilence, monsters, or the pure manifestation of resentment of the fierce old Ones, they followed unflinchingly . yet the same could not be said for the men and women that bolstered the ranks, those that would raise their arms with him in defense of their home . never did he call upon them, yet they would flock to him and stand a’fore the masses that threatened them, emboldened by His presence, imposing and ragged cloak fluttering in the wind with a crown of obsidian and tigerseye horns nestled into unkempt hair; by the great carver of armies that raised against the hordes .

on one such occasion though ... they were beset by a great and terrible beast king daemon, gozu - mezu, the one who delivers unto the ten courts . titanic was he, with two daemonic heads-- the left of a deranged horse with bloodshot eyes, and the right of an ox with horns that curled upwards like twin spires . with hordes of howling and snapping and shrieking daemons descending upon the great walls of their home, the humans faltered in their faith . even as rex lapis and his companion, one of the mighty guardian yakshas with a jade green mask upon his face, stood upon the walls overlooking the hordes with impassive expressions, one human dared to approach him . no fighter was he, but a farmer, with rags and tatters to his name and a hoe upon which he leaned himself when he finally drew near, falling to one knee with his head bowed before the two .

‘ oh great lords ... you bless this humble home of mine and my family’s and those that remain ... but you cannot mean to fight that many ... my lords it will surely be death . ‘ and it is not rex lapis who speaks, but the sharp tongue of his guardian yaksha, curt and abrupt: ‘ we do . ‘

and the farmer, so lacking in faith fell to his hands, with his head pressed down to the stone of the wall they stand upon . ‘ a thousand pardons-- o’ conquerer of demons-- o’ lord of geo-- but how do you look upon these monsters and not pale ... how is it that you can know that you will be victorious ..? ‘ he pleads, and raises his aged gaze upon them . and this time, it is rex lapis who looks upon him, horns sharp and catching the evening sun as he turns, and even kneels before the farmer .

‘ i look upon these fields of mine ... and i see an army . no army is unconquerable, no army can be un - killable, and nor army that threatens you will escape my judgement . if fortune favors us, we will hold . ‘ and with tears in his eyes, the farmer throws himself down once again with a cry . ‘ fate !? o’ great archon of mine, she is such a fickle thing !! how can you know that she will favor you ? ‘

great slayer of demons turns here, glancing upon the sunken form of his lord and speaks: ‘ they move . we will go . ‘ and yet, rex lapis held a moment, a clawed - hand upon the shoulder of the farmer . ‘ look to me, and we shall find out this fortune of mine . ‘ and before the mans eyes, there is held within rex lapis’ gathered hand a coin of glittering gold-- the first mora coin . the side that the farmer sees holds a symbol, like a thrice - leafed lotus ‘ this ‘ rex lapis says ‘ is heads . if fortune sees fit to land upon heads, then before the day is done, i shall hand gozu - mezu’s twin heads from the highest watchtowers this village has . if it does not, if it lands blank upon tails, we will perish beneath his rage and return anew to the earth . ‘

and before the villager can find his voice amidst the sobs and breaths that wrack his body, the coin is flipped into the air . he watches, paralyzed with fear and hope alike as it shines in the air, all three pairs of eyes upon it . and as it lands, the unmistakable symbol of a thrice - leafed lotus lands upon the ground, twirling round once -- twice -- and on the third, it stops ... lands solid upon the stone, face - side up . no sooner does it falls does the wind around the three surge with power, and in an instant, great conqueror of demons has leapt forward towards the oncoming hordes . the farmer’s hands shake slowly, looking upon the coin in wonder as rex lapis raises himself once again, and the grip upon the heavenly spear in his hand is renewed . rex lapis looks upon the man impassively before he turns . ‘ fortune is with me, then . ‘

and when the battle clears, the farmer has found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the scene . as great conqueror of demons and god of warriors charge into the fray alongside those that volunteered, great swathes are cut through the army . and when the dust settles, conqueror of demons and god of warriors stand before him one again; he has been too rooted in his terror and wonder to move, to reach for the coin . severed horse and ox head of gozu - mezu are held in the conqueror of demons’ bloodied hands, and rex lapis once more descends to his knee before the man . every man and woman and child within the city, every villager who sought to defend their home, every last one has been accounted for ... amidst a daemonic army that outnumbers them thirty - to - one .

‘ but ... how ... how could you have known that fortune would favor you, my lord ? with all of these subjects of yours on the line ... ‘

and the ground itself seems to tremble with the deep chuckle he emits . and his clawed hand reaches out, the farmer’s eyes unable to do anything but follow as he draws the coin up from the ground, and his hand quakes as it is guided open for the coin . it drops into his hand, and he hesitantly looks between the god of warriors, and the coin, turning it over slowly .

‘ it has been in my experience ... ‘

it is a double - headed coin ... twin sides shining with the thrice - leafed lotus .

‘ that we are the ones who make our own fortune . ‘

#|| 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 -- 𝚒𝚌.𝚣𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒 #i always loved writing stories on my zhongli blog #so i'll repost the ones i had written #and probably get back to writing more #honestly looking back at this one #the whole theme of making your own fortune #goes very well with liyue harbor especially now

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desmondhwong · 5 years ago

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now and then i am empty i am full i am water i am nothing emptiness is offensive a big number that means something how many have ever lived and died how you think i feel in relation to you in relation to them, us, everything a full rotation of celestial bodies my year of nothing dew from a leaf an honest day looking east i see the past and past that i see the future at every scale the same fractal a small number that means nothing measuring the river at regular intervals my cup runs and pours allotting my tears, divided, arranged points with no constellations lines worth tracing erased by tidal rhythms i am full i am empty presently

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smitamaxi · 3 years ago

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cassatine · 7 years ago

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So my copy of the TLJ artbook hasn’t arrived yet, but thanks to @ashesforfoxes I was able to stare at the concept art of the pages from the Jedi texts and ramble some.

The script

Seems to be an alphabet of 30+ letters. The actual letters seem to take inspiration from several more or less ancient writing systems. I don’t know how it was designed, but a good half of the letters have simple shapes for which it’d be easy to find correspondences in a bunch of real writing systems. It’s a pretty good choice, gives an air of familiarity but not too much.

Some of the symbols associated with the illustrations do not occur in the text. Could be a set of numerical or symbols, astronomical, zodiacal, something something?

The dots between the letters are interpuncts I think. Interpuncts are word dividers, signalling the boundary between one word and the next (the use of spaces is far from universal – some writing systems are scriptio continua, they don’t use word dividers at all, a bunch of ancient scripts just used vertical lines, in some latin texts there can be multiple interpuncts to indicate the length of the pause, etc). Some of the pages in the Jedi book do use spaces instead, which is interesting.

It’s not fully random. There’s repeated words (one no less than seven times) and letter associations, but it really doesn’t look like a text in English with swapped letters + a few more phonemes either. I don’t think it’s meant to be deciphered anyway.

A note on the hand / calligraphy style – it’s relatively thick and kind of blocky, and probably an aesthetic choice considering there’s a lot of thinner lines in the illustrations.

The other books are probably written in different scripts (well if there’s anything inside the props - maybe they only did one book?); this is the best picture of the spines I could find and it’s still crap but there’s two decently visible scripts and none looks like the one in the concept art pages.

The manuscript

Generous use of space. Either the Jedi of old weren’t worried about their paper supply and/or its cost, either it’s a statement.

Not in so bad a state, considering the age it must have and the fact that it’s been kept in a damn tree for a number of years.

Most of the text in in black, fading to brown, so in our-universe it’d probably be some kind of iron gall ink. Checks with the state of the manuscript as seen in the movie (brittle pages). But who knows what weird shit the Jedi of old used for pigments?

Red ink seems to be used for rubrication - it’s mostly a medieval thing, scribes would use red ink to write a header, signal the beginning of a section, emphasize something, etc. In The Book it seems to be mostly used in this way - the sixth page’s framed text is not rubrication but the goal is the same, emphasis.

Blue and gold (ink or paint, not actual gold leaf) are also used to emphasize parts of the text, words or standalone letters. Some seem to be initials, but others stand apart from the text. Both colors are also used for the illustrations, along with a bit of white. The red ink is only used in one illustration.

The gold is also used at the top of some pages or in-between paragraphs, with series of rectangular shapes, seemingly to mark different sections. Or it could be for the aesthetics. For a moment I thought it looked like Morse code, but i don’t really think it’s carrying meaning of its own.

The illustrations

The blue and gold illustrations seem to be cosmological/astronomical in nature. The red one on the final page is... different. The use of colors in illustrations may be codified somewhat, though the sample is too small to know for sure.

The first page is the one seen in TLj, without the “spent thousands of years in a tree” option. Looks like some kind of star chart to me, without the actual stars and with the Jedi Order’s symbol slapped on top. Or something like zodiac quadrants maybe. Compare to:

The compass of mystery

The design of the Lothal Temple grounds (x)

According to the artbook, Hidalgo and Chee shared a six-pages PDF of “ancient symbols” of the Jedi with the TLJ creative team, which informed “the shape of the library tree; the Jedi text covers and page designs; the temple’s celestial carving; and the reflecting pool mosaic.” I have no idea whether this was included - but both the TLJ symbols and this are informed by the same preexisting worldbuilding, so have it nonetheless.

But really, five pages out of six have space-themed illustrations, most of which seem to deal with lunations. Second and fifth page’s illustrations seem to represent the waxing and waning phases of a moon. The little one at the bottom of the second page has a Nebra sky disc feel to me, stylistically, but it clearly represents moon phases. The other, bigger illustration of the second pages features another moon phases pattern, inscribed in a circle divided in two (maybe more moon imagery, a full one and a half one). The pattern of thinner lines could be random but they could also be more star-charty stuff or zodiac thingy. It could be some kind of representation of astronomical observations with a more symbolic representation slapped on top. Third page is in the same vein, and fourth page seems to represent orbits? Or more phases stuff.

I’d be surprised if any of it was, you know, scientifically accurate in any way.

The final page has something different, a geometric pattern in red. A six pages sample isn’t enough to know if it stands out in the books’ illustrations, but it does compared to the other ones we have. It could be purely for the pretty. Or not. It’s too abstract and symbolic and generic for me to hazard a guess. (If I was to, it kinda looks like cells)

Okay so that’s it for the basic observations. Now comes the real brainwank. Starting with the context. [Insert rant about context being key]

TLJ confirmed the Jedi originated on Ahch-to, which answers one question, but opens others - if this happened before the advent of space travel, it would most likely mean the early Jedi were indigenous to Ahch-to, i.e. a species that evolved locally, a cultural entity whose religious beliefs would later spread. If the Jedi started post-space travel, then it’s still possible they formed in relative isolation, but more likely that they either started out on a multicultural substrate and/or were in contact with other cultural entities. Very different origin stories.

We know there is a mythological or historical Prime Jedi. Probably a foundational figure, actual historicity but heavily mythologized. Could be the first (or recognized as such) to have used the Force, or the first to have explored it systematically and have explicited its rules, could be Space Jesus gathering disciples or Space Buddha of the balanced life

And how do the books fit in that? Were they written on Ahch-to? Later, after the Jedi started expanding? Do they predate the Sith Schism? We know they were foundational texts for the Jedi Order so they most likely do. We also know Luke recovered them during his quest for Force knowledge and brought them to Ahch-to. He does not seem to have actually read them in depth, if we believe Ghost Yoda, so the lessons he gives Rey are unlikely to be very representative of the books’ contents. That’s pretty much it.

Looking at the scripts and the bindings, they’re varied enough that they could come from different geographical and historical contexts. But then again it’s possible the texts themselves come from the same source and that the books Luke recovered are translated copies.

Another question would be: what are these texts, actually? Religious treatises? Religious cosmology? Histories of the early Jedi and their philosophies? A life of the Prime Jedi? Observations on the nature of the Force? Etc.

So back to the concept art pages we do have - they represents six pages of a much longer text, so it’s a small sample, and there’s no way to know how representative of the full book it is, even less of the full corpus of works in the Tree Library.

But due to the illustrations, and because this is fiction so I can just wildly speculate, I think this specific book could be some kind of a cosmological treatise, hinting to the influence the observation of the rules behind the movements of astronomical bodies could have had on the formation of the early Jedi’s beliefs.

Bear with me. TL:DR, religious and scientific thought weren’t always (generally accepted as) different realms of knowledge and rationality. Historically, they have the same roots, observation of the natural world and its cycles - observation taught us what to expect from the world, allowed early cultural groups and societies to find order and predictability in it. The divine comes in to explain the rules behind these cycles, because knowing what to expect is one thing, but we also need to know why, to make sense of the rules.

See: a fuckton of myths, early astronomy and astronomy being the same thing, alchemy and chemistry, thunderstones, the atomists and the presocratics, lbr literally anything before the Advent of Modern (Culturally Western) Rationality

Back to the GFFA, because otherwise I’m going to keep rambling, and the Jedi. And most importantly, the Force, i.e. what’s behind the rules in the GFFA. The Jedi never had a God Is Dead moment, because why would they? The modern Jedi Order was certainly not anti-science, and their understanding of the Force and its role in the natural world probably changed over time, but they would never have had reason to reassess its existence.

I’m losing the point - the art in the concept art pages, imo, illustrate observations of natural cycles, definitely lunations, maybe other space stuff. Chances are the Jedi would not only see the Force as the root mechanism behind it all, but also, at least in their early days, believe these observable, external manifestations of the cosmic rules held deeper meaning relative to the nature of the Force.

As a final note because I think I’m mostly done with the bullet points, the lunations and the waxing and waning moons that make up most of the imagery in the concept art pages (and the fact that Ahch-to has two moons maybe but I’m not going there today) could point to that type of waxing-waning cycle being important in early Jedi thought, even mean that their view of the balance between light and dark followed that cycle.

#star wars #meta #THE BOOKS THE BOOKS THE BOOKS #the force #tag later #anyway this is brainwank of the highest order #to be updated when i get the artbook most likely

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