#thou shall be banished to the shadow realm

[cthulhushibainu]

FOR THE ONE'S WITH THE SEXY LADY PITCHERS, PLEASE STOP FOLLOWING THY CTHULHU!

cthulhu already knows that thou are fake bots and plastic

Thou should respectful kill themselves NOW!

Thou have a not pleasant day >:[

[notveryimpressed]

Shakespeare Attempt #1

ACT I, SCENE I

[A dimly lit chamber. Enter HERO, adorned in shining armor, and VILLAIN, clad in black attire.]

HERO: Hark! Villain, thou art a blight upon this land, A serpent's tongue with wickedness at hand. Thy villainy has spread like wildfire's roar, But now, I stand to settle the score!

VILLAIN: Ah, Hero, brave and foolish, thou art here. Thy words, like leaves in autumn, hold no fear. I thrive in darkness, darkness is my shield, And soon thy precious victory shall yield.

[They circle each other cautiously, eyeing their weapons.]

HERO: Thy treachery is known throughout the land, Thou stealest, cheatest, with a thieving hand. But I, a beacon of justice, stand tall, To smite thee and watch thy empire fall!

VILLAIN: Thy words are empty echoes in the night, A feeble plea for honor, shining bright. But I, the master of deceit and wile, Shall dance upon thy noble grave with guile!

[They clash their weapons together, sparks flying.]

HERO: En garde, villain! Prepare for thy demise, Thy wickedness shall meet its swift demise. Thy tricks and schemes, they hold no sway on me, For valor and virtue shall set us free!

VILLAIN: Aye, thou speaketh of valor and virtue fair, But in this realm, such notions I declare, Are naught but a fool's gold, a fancy thought, In truth, thy righteous ways shall come to naught!

[They continue to battle fiercely, their words intertwining with the clash of steel.]

HERO: Thy blows are strong, thy moves are swift indeed, Yet I shall not yield to thy wicked creed. For in my heart, courage shall prevail, And thou, dark villain, soon shalt taste my hail!

VILLAIN: Thy courage, like a tiny flame, doth flicker, But mine, a raging inferno, shall not wither. Thy hope, a fragile bloom that shall soon fade, As I dance upon thy corpse, unafraid!

[They fight with increasing intensity, their words growing more impassioned.]

HERO: Thy evil ways shall not endure for long, Thy reign of terror shall be overthrown. For goodness and justice, they shall arise, And thou, foul villain, shalt meet thine demise!

VILLAIN: Thy foolish faith in justice, it is blind, For in this world, true power thou shalt find. Thy feeble blows cannot pierce my dark might, And soon, thou shalt beg for mercy in my sight!

[They battle with renewed vigor, their moves becoming more daring and acrobatic.]

HERO: I tire not, thou villain, I stand my ground, Though sweat may pour, I shall not be confound. For in this fight, I represent the light, And thou, dark fiend, art banished from the right!

VILLAIN: Thy light, a candle's glow that shall soon fade, While I, the night's shadow, shall never fade. Thy valor and virtue, they are but lies, For in the end, it is darkness that shall rise!

[They clash one final time, and HERO strikes a decisive blow.]

HERO: Victorious! The day is mine at last! Thy reign of terror is now in the past. Thy wicked ways shall trouble us no more, For I, the hero, stand tall evermore!

[HERO raises his weapon triumphantly, while VILLAIN falls to the ground defeated.]

CURTAIN

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[grimandgrimmer]

'ABYSS: the eternal void that consumes all light, relentlessly devouring hope, drowning souls in an ocean of despair, where the heart ceases to beat and the soul finds solace in endless darkness.'

In the depths of despair, where shadows dance, I find solace in the void, my heart's trance—abyss, a canvas for my twisted thoughts, Embracing the darkness as my soul is caught. Within this blackened realm, where demons creep, My spirit bleeds, a secret I must keep. The abyss consumes, devouring all light, My shattered soul, lost in endless night. Oh, abyss, thou cruel and wicked beast. With every breath, I'm drawn in and released. The void, my refuge, where pain finds release, Where shattered dreams and tainted hopes find peace. In this abyss, where stars refuse to gleam, I find redemption in each silent scream. The echoes ring, resounding through my mind, A haunting melody where I'm confined. With every step I take, I'm bound to fall, Lost in this abyss where shadows maul. Yet still I wander, a lost soul, entranced, Embracing chaos, within your dark expanse. The abyss, my companion, silent and cold, Unyielding darkness, my stories unfold. As I sink further into the unknown depths, I find beauty in the depths I have grown. So let me linger within your abyss, Where light is banished, a forgotten bliss. For in this darkness, a truth is unveiled That even in shadows, beauty's bailed. Thus, in the abyss, I shall forever dwell, Immersed in darkness, where secrets do tell. Within this eternal night's depths, I find solace and embrace my plight.

[powerbandits]

A ballad of the Maiden and the Fiend

In yonder vale where shadows weave their dance, There lived a lass, in youth’s resplendent bloom, Her heart was pure, her visage clothed in chance, Yet darkly loomed the specter of her doom.

When twilight kissed the fields and stars did gleam, The devil, cloaked in cunning and deceit, Sought to ensnare her in a wicked dream, A whispered lie, a promise oh so sweet.

“Come hither, child, to realms where power flows, Of riches vast and pleasures grand,” quoth he, “Abandon faith, for 'neath these earthly throes, Thy spirit shall taste life’s unbounded glee.”

Yet strong was she, this maiden of the morn, Her faith a shield, her courage like a flame; She felt the pull of darkness, fierce and worn, But in her heart, a steadfast truth she came.

“O fiend of night, thou’st no dominion here, For Jesus walks beside me, hand in hand; Thy whispers falter in my ear, For with His love, I bravely take my stand.”

With fearless heart, she faced the devil’s might, In every taunt, she found her strength renewed, She'd wield her faith, a sword in darkest night, Her spirit soared, the chains of dread subdued.

The devil roared, his visage twisted, pale, His power waned ‘gainst her unyielding grace; As storms did break upon the hills in gale, Her voice rang clear, dispelling every trace.

“Thou art but shadow, casting doubt and fear, In Jesus’ name, I cast thee from my soul! For love divine is all that I revere, And by this truth, I shan’t be made a toll.”

Thus, with a prayer that soared to heaven’s gate, She called upon the Name that conquers all, And lo! The fiend, encumbered by his fate, Did falter, tremble, and began to fall.

And in that moment, light broke o’er the land, The devil’s grasp released its wicked hold; The girl stood firm, her faith a steadfast stand, With Jesus by her side, her heart turned bold.

So let it be, a lesson to impart: In trials faced, let faith’s bright beacon shine; For with a pure and resolute heart, The darkness fades, and love’s true light aligns.

Thus sing we now of courage, love, and grace, Of battles fought and won through holy might; For every maiden, in her destined place, Shall find her strength and banish forth the night.

I LOVE JESUS NGL

[notllorstel]

//proceeds to download all of PL OSTs

[clarasimone]

Iain Glen in HENRY IV, part 1: in 3 hours 50 minutes, and counting...

On BBC Radio 3, Sunday April 26, 19H30 UK time (available to all on the BBC’s website if you listen to the play live)

Yesterday, in my teaser interview with @pnienor​, our resident Bard expert singled out a specific scene in which the King stands out: “...the exchange with Hal in Act 3, scene 2, I think, is where you find out just how good he is at keeping his crown and why. You want Hal to emulate him after this and he does.” ... Sooooo wanting to investigate this a bit further, I went into the text which will enable Iain Glen to shine and, lo and behold, I found yet more meta-theatrical resonances to enjoy! 

During Henry’s lengthy (!!) impassioned address to his son, at one point he explains how he won the admiration of his people through modesty. While the previous King pranced around like some red carpet hungry star (my image ;-), his shying away from the public eye made his rare appearances all the more glorious and commanded respect. 

Reminds you of anyone? 

I CANNOT wait to hear Iain Glen say (and please also note the Jorah-ish reference to banishment!):

If I had been so publicly visible, so overly familiar to people, so freely accessible, so cheap and available to the common hordes, then public opinion (which helped me get the crown) would have stayed loyal to King Richard. I would have stayed a banished man, with no reputation and no promise of success. But because I was so rarely seen in public, people were amazed by me when I did appear; they acted as if I were a comet. Men would tell their children, “That’s him!” Others would ask, “Where? Which one’s Bolingbroke?” I was more gracious than heaven; I acted so modestly that I won the allegiance of their hearts, and the shouts and salutes of their mouths. They even did so when the King himself was present.This is how I kept myself fresh and new. I was like a priest’s ceremonial vestments: rarely seen, but admired. I appeared seldomly, but marvelously, like a feast made all the more impressive by its rarity. Now, ridiculous King Richard pranced about with vapid clowns and superficial wits, quickly lit and just as quickly burnt out. He degraded himself, mingling his royal self with those skipping fools.

(...) They didn’t look with a special gaze, as they do at the sun when it shines only rarely.

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Oh Ser, we do look upon you as the Sun :-) And you have indeed succeeded in keeping yourself fresh and new throughout your long and distinguished career, one which is entering its harvest season. Long live the King!

edit by @favor757​ 

Below the dot-dot-dot, the original text of Act 3, scene 2 (I’m still not sure how much this BBC 3 production will have modernized it)

Act 3, scene 2 - London. The palace.

Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE HENRY, and others

KING HENRY IV

Exeunt Lords

PRINCE HENRY

So please your majesty, I would I could Quit all offences with as clear excuse As well as I am doubtless I can purge Myself of many I am charged withal: Yet such extenuation let me beg, As, in reproof of many tales devised, which oft the ear of greatness needs must hear, By smiling pick-thanks and base news-mongers, I may, for some things true, wherein my youth Hath faulty wander'd and irregular, Find pardon on my true submission.

KING HENRY IV

God pardon thee! yet let me wonder, Harry, At thy affections, which do hold a wing Quite from the flight of all thy ancestors. Thy place in council thou hast rudely lost. Which by thy younger brother is supplied, And art almost an alien to the hearts Of all the court and princes of my blood: The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd, and the soul of every man Prophetically doth forethink thy fall. Had I so lavish of my presence been, So common-hackney'd in the eyes of men, So stale and cheap to vulgar company, Opinion, that did help me to the crown, Had still kept loyal to possession And left me in reputeless banishment, A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. By being seldom seen, I could not stir But like a comet I was wonder'd at; That men would tell their children 'This is he;' Others would say 'Where, which is Bolingbroke?' And then I stole all courtesy from heaven, And dress'd myself in such humility That I did pluck allegiance from men's hearts, Loud shouts and salutations from their mouths, Even in the presence of the crowned king. Thus did I keep my person fresh and new; My presence, like a robe pontifical, Ne'er seen but wonder'd at: and so my state, Seldom but sumptuous, showed like a feast And won by rareness such solemnity. The skipping king, he ambled up and down With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits, Soon kindled and soon burnt; carded his state, Mingled his royalty with capering fools, Had his great name profaned with their scorns And gave his countenance, against his name, To laugh at gibing boys and stand the push Of every beardless vain comparative, Grew a companion to the common streets, Enfeoff'd himself to popularity; That, being daily swallow'd by men's eyes, They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. So when he had occasion to be seen, He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded; seen, but with such eyes As, sick and blunted with community, Afford no extraordinary gaze, Such as is bent on sun-like majesty When it shines seldom in admiring eyes; But rather drowzed and hung their eyelids down, Slept in his face and render'd such aspect As cloudy men use to their adversaries, Being with his presence glutted, gorged and full. And in that very line, Harry, standest thou; For thou has lost thy princely privilege With vile participation: not an eye But is a-weary of thy common sight, Save mine, which hath desired to see thee more; Which now doth that I would not have it do, Make blind itself with foolish tenderness.

PRINCE HENRY

I shall hereafter, my thrice gracious lord, Be more myself.

KING HENRY IV

For all the world As thou art to this hour was Richard then When I from France set foot at Ravenspurgh, And even as I was then is Percy now. Now, by my sceptre and my soul to boot, He hath more worthy interest to the state Than thou the shadow of succession; For of no right, nor colour like to right, He doth fill fields with harness in the realm, Turns head against the lion's armed jaws, And, being no more in debt to years than thou, Leads ancient lords and reverend bishops on To bloody battles and to bruising arms. What never-dying honour hath he got Against renowned Douglas! whose high deeds, Whose hot incursions and great name in arms Holds from all soldiers chief majority And military title capital Through all the kingdoms that acknowledge Christ: Thrice hath this Hotspur, Mars in swathling clothes, This infant warrior, in his enterprises Discomfited great Douglas, ta'en him once, Enlarged him and made a friend of him, To fill the mouth of deep defiance up And shake the peace and safety of our throne. And what say you to this? Percy, Northumberland, The Archbishop's grace of York, Douglas, Mortimer, Capitulate against us and are up. But wherefore do I tell these news to thee? Why, Harry, do I tell thee of my foes, Which art my near'st and dearest enemy? Thou that art like enough, through vassal fear, Base inclination and the start of spleen To fight against me under Percy's pay, To dog his heels and curtsy at his frowns, To show how much thou art degenerate.

PRINCE HENRY

Do not think so; you shall not find it so: And God forgive them that so much have sway'd Your majesty's good thoughts away from me! I will redeem all this on Percy's head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your son; When I will wear a garment all of blood And stain my favours in a bloody mask, Which, wash'd away, shall scour my shame with it: And that shall be the day, whene'er it lights, That this same child of honour and renown, This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, And your unthought-of Harry chance to meet. For every honour sitting on his helm, Would they were multitudes, and on my head My shames redoubled! for the time will come, That I shall make this northern youth exchange His glorious deeds for my indignities. Percy is but my factor, good my lord, To engross up glorious deeds on my behalf; And I will call him to so strict account, That he shall render every glory up, Yea, even the slightest worship of his time, Or I will tear the reckoning from his heart. This, in the name of God, I promise here: The which if He be pleased I shall perform, I do beseech your majesty may salve The long-grown wounds of my intemperance: If not, the end of life cancels all bands; And I will die a hundred thousand deaths Ere break the smallest parcel of this vow.

KING HENRY IV

A hundred thousand rebels die in this: Thou shalt have charge and sovereign trust herein.

[ionized4091]

Psalm 23 King James Version: 1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. 3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. 4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. 7 He may make thine muthafuckaz who fuck with him run thy muthafuckin fade or banish thee to a realm of swiss queso (I may or may not have edited that last one) (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEfUwTKBvPx/?igshid=13uls2f60jlb7