Le Bel Homme sans Merci
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 10 ก.ย. 2024
- Poem by Tess Avelland
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Read by InNeedofDonuts
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Music: Shalash by Alexander Nakarada (www.creatorchords.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons BY Attribution 4.0 License
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Very lovely ❤
Have mercy! I can hear Taika's voice, reading these painful, heartbreakingly beautiful words. Thank you! 😭💔💗
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Le Bel Homme sans Merci
Alone in anguish, lost, adrift,
A kraken king without a crown,
Black tears and poison rum I drink
And slowly drown.
This painted face a mask, a bruise,
A blade half hid in shadowed hair;
My eyes flash danger, madness, rage
But hide despair.
I sought a man upon the seas,
Peculiar, gentle, fierce and soft,
Who sailed his pretty ship with pride,
Four flags aloft.
He took my leathers, gave me lace.
We kindled flame for mirror-light,
And saved our men and saved ourselves
That shining night.
He fed me seven-sugared tea,
Bright marmalade on mornings fine;
In evening's flame-lit crystal shone
Our brandy wine.
Red rose upon my violet breast
He made, to mend my tattered pride.
I dared not kiss him-turned away,
Looked back and sighed.
When I confessed to dreadful things,
Kind vigil by my side he kept;
I laid my head against his hand
And there I wept.
False friends betrayed us, and conspired
With those who hunted down my mate.
I made my choice-to share with him
His unknown fate.
For love of him, I thrice laid down
My life, my freedom, all my fame.
Shorn clean of legend, I embraced
My simple name.
I made him happy, said my love;
I kissed and held him by the sea.
His eyes were strange, but thrice he said
He'd come with me.
But night crept by, and all my hopes
Like blighted flowers curled and died.
I did not sleep, but woke from dreams
By the grey sea’s side.
And that is why I left the land,
My darksome flag’s red heart to bleed-
Dim rose-and-violet morning came,
But not my Stede.
Inspired by La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, John Keats, 1819
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Awwwww ❤❤❤
Damn, Edward. I knew you were going through a Kraken phase, bit didn't knew you're such a poet.
Jokes aside, this is truly beautifully written! I 100% would imagine this in the show in Ed's voice, monologuing, flashback his time with Stede. GORGEOUSLY STUNNING WORK! WELL DONE! 👏😭✨💜💛💜💛💜💛💜✨