In Joy and Sorrow

I ask no more from mortals
Than your beautiful face implies,—
The beauty the artist beholding
Interprets and sanctifies.
Who says that men have fallen,
That life is wretched and rough?
I say, the world is lovely,
And that loveliness is enough.

Watch Bewitched

Samantha: When the earth turns once around the sun, let the crone go forth til the day is done. Another’s form she’ll take and her form leave, from 6 in the morn til 6 in the eve. And in this guise if she can secure, a willing kiss from a mortal pure. To her will pass the mortal’s youth, to him will pass her age forsooth.

The last sunlight

That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can’t recall any before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became

Evildoer on saturday

Evildoers are easier… and they taste better.
All I need to find you, Louis, is to follow the corpses of rats.

Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminitely, and so shall we, for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him… as ourselves. Continue reading “Evildoer on saturday”