#oh to be a robin perched upon this man of woe

[myimmanence]

Here is the Art Masterpost for the SPN Angels & Demons Bang 2024/25! It was wonderful being able to draw @seidenapfel ‘s version of Cain, a suddenly mortal man treading onwards toward salvation despite his blood stained hands. With his dear Colette serving as his North Star, he begins to reconnect with nature and the life it nurtures, healing his inner peace.

Please check out ‘She Only Asked for One Thing’ to experience this journey of redemption!

Thank you to the moderators @spnangelbang for hosting this bang <3

[libidomechanica]

“Still she flower, we could she alteration till myself but this”

A sonnet sequence

               I

Me, the minutes fledged with in woman’s fear! That wild ecstasy? A topiary so that which can hide and the wild echoes flying, doubt if this world, on with favouritism. It’s a glow-worker be, which I doubt, as both as an article, should not ere they might where—oh, wherein were fleeting any Sorrow late, should reach, than what summer solstice down, is not of thy coral country’s good cheeks. And you love my heart is life on the silent my knee; the bird into a crescent than all the heavy, my work out, alack! Still she flower, we could she alteration till myself but this.

               II

The letters if to spill, the sons of consequences are built our advent to gathering on thy presence source of hearts, can saying. The famous—that celestial sound of a Mnemosyne, and overthrow. And ugliness, and, subtleties. But when I was our dream: then, fixing them and liberty does crowne, the bosom brake this is: if I shoulder: her hangs: howbeit ourself be done perched with my fingers who teach, distracts, we to hell is fixt, but out love, abiding clover’s fame, when you do any throes! My little Robin, taketh not rise nor beauties proud thy calling at the Lord This?

               III

Is not thou; but by and shoulders takes and place floor chalk mimics painting; then then, whose high deserve, but still set off to seek it into flight. Where it become a man, and if thou wilt, remembered on the tomb fair Elenor, beware the tyrant’s pudding herself, when it puts all are gone and by then in theirs for the Fairy Queen’s defect, commands by might that know what befell about the kingdom-troubling Tribe of glassy darkness. As long as the muffled and he emblem rarely heart as she forms that else is. The dark nightly: what did save, The crag, full many a flowers do fawn upon?

               IV

Never bid them one joy, or go and landskip, have I heard This were valves of prince to deal in front door a thorn instead of wine, begun, of her chariot stay because in their coast, and trill, and hatred of day over the thou and make it. Dozed, snored. Pale death! Me and with blind with the porch wept, and candlelight at all, and so then have one in pearls and known. In our prized my count of the hollow to life to take this kneeling of life and run as it narrowed to the horns of bones of the sound at the string, in which the hour mind in vain Religion meets my squalid cot; shunn’d, hate me with me.

               V

The French or Spanish, and all its garden wall so even they grows latest branch of the Castlereagh? Glares ruin, and cloy’d, She cease she is found, and innocuous occupation. The milking she saints the arrows to Honour heart? I needed by the mind casting every Muse within months my hopes I heard something gainst the meadow-crake grate her Ears will we say there enthrals the Lady that great deep-mouthed, and now that fled, as if my own, it sent out nakedness, we to him to meet. Her shall her woe than grow? She woke sandy foot’s glee, nor knows. Lest Glory. Of English as I have a-year.

               VI

For lack of which it comes down like foam—the truth that. Not in his palm, like a better: lest in me wrought, since breathe upon the Noose of Adamant, would have I seem all hold, nor God to remembered kisse-worthy Ladies that wait a wee, and, in ghastly death! I shall the could be a Jew. He seems Cain: la Belle Alliance’ of duties louely grace to shame, she only. Was the dark crag: and all hold, nor find it by whom I left but the ambrosia, mix the neck, do witness up, and thus a noble Vashti, noble Ida, tremulously debars, is through Kennington and when unto dying.

               VII

Yet men were in the fact I love: she men mourner, or the fresh is that passion have put a censured mine for Venus’ ceston every kind of the scrolls to try for spouse and of moral height the death, and at the wave often found a strange, will be changed, like this, to tumbled and oath is brows higher: when I’m with system t is not to be for you love must still the visibility. The wretched life; O more among us, will shock him: I’ said it to him take the wind of it. Through which serve their homely Youth be still were packed to the head from majesty, after Star, arose that loved her.