aesthetics meme » penny dreadful (requested by vanessayves)
And now the rest of the tale. So we were cleaved apart; two brothers cast out to two realms. One brother to Earth and the other brother to Hell. And thus will be set in eternal enmity, my brother on Earth to feed on the blood of the living by night and myself in Hell to feed on the souls of the dead. Both in an eternal quest for the mother of evil.
ᴡʜʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ. ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ. ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ. ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏᴅ-ʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴀʟʟ, ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ? sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs.
The wind doth blow today, my love and a few small drops of rain. I never had but one true love, in cold grave she was lain. I’ll do as much for my true love as any young man may. I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave for a twelvemonth and a day. The twelvemonth and a day being up, the dead began to speak. ‘Oh, who sits weeping at my grave and will not let me sleep?’ ‘T’s I, my love, sits on your grave and will not let you sleep. For I crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips but my breath smells earthy strong. If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, your time will not be long. T’s down yonder garden green where we used to walk. The finest flower that e’er was seen as withered to a stalk. The stalk is withered dry, my love. So will our hearts decay so make yourself content, my love. Till God calls you away.’
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