Comments | hellmouth_of_la: Ode to my Beloved!

big_pile_o_dust in hellmouth_of_la

Ode to my Beloved!

Jul 11, 2005 23:27

"And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
To bear the burden of a heavy heart, -
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale
A melancholy music,--why advert
To these things?"I paused ( Read more... )

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loaded_gunn July 13 2005, 13:52:52 UTC

I tried to tell myself that this was all some nightmare or somethin', but it wasn't, there she was ( ... )

big_pile_o_dust July 14 2005, 16:46:45 UTC

"Uhh, Spike, are you okay, man?"

I looked about, attempting to discover where the spike was that the seemingly nice person from Morocco had spoken of. "I beg pardon, but..." I lowered my voice considerably lest someone overhear us.

"Are we in some form of... mortal danger from a spike?"

This would most certainly not do. My poem would have to wait, and Mother needed her tea. Oh! Also a blanket -- that cough of hers had only gotten worse within the last fortnight.

I reached out toward him, but my hand seemingly passed through his body. How odd! I tried it again, and again, but was befuddled each and every time!

My eyes searched his as I stepped back a few paces, looking about for a cross or something to shield myself with. "I've... I've heard of you Moors! You are shape shifters! Or..." Then, the thought hit me.

"You! You're a ghost!" I accused, pointing a shaking finger at him as I continued to move further away.

I needed to locate Angel. He would have the answers to all of this, I was certain!

loaded_gunn July 14 2005, 17:17:52 UTC

"Umm, yeah ( ... )

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