#death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws

[blankglassyqueensss]

Partially of A Feast Of Friends by Jim Morriosn and The Doors

the music over it is godly as well

poll time. yes this is just a ploy to get people to recommend me poems

if yes, let me know which poems/recite some for me in the tags!

[pamhr]

:. "Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws." - Jim Morrison vía: @morrisonsdiary .:

[ghostlyglimmer]

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”

I’m so proud of this piece so much and Danny 100% has an unkindness of ravens that love him.

[found-wings]

"I think we should poison him."

Technos head snaps to the smaller figure besides him. "Phil!"

"What?! C‘mon, he‘s suspicious as hell!" Phil attempts to combat, though he can‘t seem to fight against the small smile that‘s becoming visible by the moment.

Technos eyes then wander back over to the table in the nearby room, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Etoiles stare into the bowl of soup before taking a sip of it.

A huff coming from Phil makes him turn his attention back to the avian once more, raising a brow. "He is suspicious, but he hasn‘t attempted to attack us."

Phil hums for a few seconds before avoiding Technos gaze. "Even if so, I don‘t trust him," he responds, voice growing a little quieter as he continues on speaking, "this isn't the first time someones tried to kill you this way."

"He has your feather," Techno simply counters, making the avian eye the scythe from Etoiles.

Indeed there is a single black feather hanging from it, one closely resembling those of his own two wings. "That isn‘t mine."

"It is. I recognise your feathers. I just don‘t know how he got it."

Phils lips turn into a small thin line, contemplating those words before giving in. "..Fine. Maybe he‘s one of those Champions that met Her? I don‘t really pay much attention to them, they always have such a, I don’t know, saviour complex type shit going on."

Techno snorts at those words, "You are literally the Angel of Death."

"Well, I‘m not flaunting it everywhere, am I? Not my fault people only see me as the bringer of Death," Phil shoots back immediately, playfully pouting.

"True, fair, fair," Techno hums with a nod before settling his gaze back on Etoiles. "What was his name again?"

"Etoiles."

"Weird name."

"Okay, that‘s where I draw the line." Phil chuckles, using his tail to give a quick and playful little smack against Technos arm.

Techno huffs, raising a brow at Phil. "That‘s where you draw the line? Wanting to poison him is okay but me saying his name is weird is where you draw the line?"

"Yes! Because all names have meaning and honor, it means a lot in certain cultures, mate," the avian explains with a grin, making his way towards Etoiles‘ direction. His hand glides across the smooth wooden table and he spares a quick glance over to the scythe.

Techno follows with the roll of his eyes. "Alright, you win. I‘ll send out some groups to patrol the area and notify our allies about the sightings."

Etoiles glances up at the voices of the two approaching, watching as Phil settles to sit on the table right besides him. He pushes the now empty bowl of soup away and listens in as Phil continues his conversation with Techno. "Sounds good. Don‘t tell them about Etoiles yet, though."

He raises his brows, deciding to chime in now that he was brought up. "What about me?"

As soon as Phils eyes settle on Etoiles, the latter can‘t help but take in the small details now that he had a moment where he wasn‘t being almost murdered. "We‘re trying to keep your ass safe, mate." He recognises the same playful tone from his banter with his Phil - ignoring how wrong it felt to separate this and the Phil he knew - and yet it sounds.. a little different. It had a small, sharp edge to it in a way he couldn‘t explain.

Though he plays along with an offended gasp, leaning back in the chair. "Excuse me?! I can defend myself! I am very capable of keeping myself safe!"

Phil snorts in reply, tail swaying sharply around behind him. "Mate, I don‘t know where you come from, but this? This is our territory. You play by our rules if ya wanna survive."

Techno sighs at the ever so growing conversation, nudging Phils shoulder with his elbow before properly putting on his cape again. "Phil, please try not to kill our guest this time while I‘m away."

Etoiles falls quiet immediately at that for a brief moment, a slightly concerned expression painting his face as he looks between the two.

"What do you mean this time?" He attempts to ask, though his question is rather ignored by both in favour of Techno getting out of there as soon as possible.

Phil grins and waves as Techno makes his way to the door. "No promises, Tech. See ya later!"

Etoiles and Phil watch as Techno gives a quick wave back before opening the door. The piglin steps out rather quickly and shuts the door with a loud 'thunk!' behind him.

A couple of seconds later, Etoiles glances back at the avian. "So-"

Before Etoiles is even given the chance to start speaking, his scythe is kicked away within seconds by the feathery tail. He can‘t even blink before he feels the entire world slip underneath him, head forcefully pushed against the ground right besides the chair he had just been sitting on.

His wrists are secured behind his back with one of Phils holding them in place. Etoiles can vaguely see a couple of black feathers hang within his view, assumingly Phils wings spread out and ready for action.

"You‘re not one of Hers."

[deadnburied13]

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”

― Jim Morrison.

[imfunnyha]

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”

[unutmanehri]

"Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour? Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed. Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws."

[instantgentlemen]

THE SEVERED GARDEN- JIM MORRISON

Wow I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain

South

Cruel Bindings

The servants have the power

dog-men & their mean women

pulling poor blankets over

our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces

Staring at me from the T.V.

Tower. I want roses in

my garden bower, dig?

Royal babies, rubies

must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal

For the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into

The Severed Garden

Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful

comes death on a strange hour

unannounced, unplanned for

like scaring over-friendly guest you've

Brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all

& gives us wings

where we once had shoulders

smooth as raven's

claws

No more money, no more fancy dress

This other kingdom seems by far the best

Until it's other jaw reveals incest

I will not go

Prefer a Feast of Friends

To the Giant Family

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

What is your Hogwarts house?

I did a full questionnaire type thing for live Journal way way back about 15 years ago and according to that I am a Ravenclaw

"Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings where we once had shoulders smooth as Ravens claws." Jim Morrison

[vijethphotogram]

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws. #nikon #raven https://www.instagram.com/p/CqVaXYtrrbq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hany272]

Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven´s claws

- Jim Morrison

[countessspirit]

My beloved ravens

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Jim Morrison

[shamansbluezz]

“Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death on a strange hour? Unannounced, unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all And gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's claws”

— James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971)

[derangedrhythms]

Any quotes about flying? Whether it's normal flying or mythological creatures like dragons and humans with wings aka harpies. Thank you 💜 I adore your blog. Your aesthetics are to die for.

That’s incredibly kind of you, thank you 🖤

"We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them."

— Margaret Atwood, The Tent, from 'Eating the Birds'

"I described the immense iridescent wings of Pegasus, his golden hooves and his wild fire-colored eyes, his mane and tail of stars. I described his origins in the wise blood of the moon goddess, his sacred mating with the white mare Aganippe, “the mare who destroys mercifully,” and his digging with his crescent-shaped hoof the famous Hippocrene—the well of poetic inspiration. On Mount Helicon, the home of the muses, was the sacred spring from which all poetic inspiration was fed, and Pegasus had opened it up for all the singers of the world. It was said that whoever could ride Pegasus through the skies would possess forever the key to poetic power."

— Erica Jong, from 'Sappho's Leap'

"Icarus he stands; his silken clouds of glory / Trailing behind him —a bird's broken wing— / Still trembling from his fallen angel's flight / Down the sky weeping death."

— Dylan Thomas, The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The New Centenary Edition; from ‘Parachutist'

"This Angel is flying / Through skin, bones, bricks and dusty mortar. / A hag with bat's wings / That are silky soft as caul tissue."

— Ted Hughes, Rain-Charm for the Duchy; from 'A Birthday Masque'

"My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!"

— J. R. R. Tolkien, from 'The Hobbit'

"Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun; / Thyself from thine affection / Takest warmth enough, and from thine eye / All lesser birds will take their jollity. / Up, up, fair bride, and call / Thy stars from out their several boxes, take / Thy rubies, pearls, and diamonds forth, and make / Thyself a constellation of them all; / And by their blazing signify / That a great princess falls, but doth not die. / Be thou a new star, that to us portends / Ends of much wonder; and be thou those ends."

— John Donne, Complete Poetical Works; from 'Epithalamion on the Lady Elizabeth and Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine's Day'

"The thing was a great bird the size of a vulture, with the face and breasts of a woman. Will had seen pictures of creatures like her, and the word harpy came to mind as soon as he saw her clearly. Her face was smooth and unwrinkled, but aged beyond even the age of the witches: she had seen thousands of years pass, and the cruelty and misery of all of them had formed the hateful expression on her features. But as the travellers saw her more clearly, she became even more repulsive. Her eye-sockets were clotted with filthy slime, and the redness of her lips was caked and crusted as if she had vomited ancient blood again and again. Her matted, filthy black hair hung down to her shoulders; her jagged claws gripped the stone fiercely; her powerful dark wings were folded along her back, and a drift of putrescent stink wafted from her every time she moved."

— Philip Pullman, from 'The Amber Spyglass'

"Where has she been, / With her lion-red body, her wings of glass? / Now she is flying / More terrible than she ever was, red / Scar in the sky, red comet"

— Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'Stings'

"When through the old oak forest I am gone, / Let me not wander in a barren dream, / But when I am consumed in the fire, / Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire."

— John Keats, from 'On Sitting Down to Read King Lear Once Again'

"Your lungs fill and spread themselves, / wings of pink blood, and your bones / empty themselves and become hollow. / When you breathe in you'll lift like a balloon / and your heart is light too & huge, / beating with pure joy, pure helium. / The sun's white winds blow through you, / there's nothing above you, / you see the earth now as an oval jewel, / radiant & seablue with love."

— Margaret Atwood, True Stories; from 'Flying Inside Your Own Body'

[dream-nine]

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws”

Model: Sienna King

Photographer: Siam Coy

[v-draws-stuff]

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws”

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