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Created on 2002-09-24 06:39:40 (#716369), last updated 2003-06-09
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Basic Info BioViolinist, student at the Conservatoire National Superieur de Musique, writer.
'Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White'
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
DISCLAIMER: This journal is a work of FICTION, as should be clear from Elijah's occupation and place of residence. Furthermore, the journal is used in a role-playing game involving vampires. FICTION. I am not Elijah Wood, nor do I know him or anyone affiliated with him. I am making no assertions as to the orientation, proclivities, or activities of Elijah or any other person mentioned herein and no harm is intended.
Furthermore, this journal is for mature readers only. No one under 18, please, due to mature content.
'Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White'
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:
The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me.
Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake:
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
DISCLAIMER: This journal is a work of FICTION, as should be clear from Elijah's occupation and place of residence. Furthermore, the journal is used in a role-playing game involving vampires. FICTION. I am not Elijah Wood, nor do I know him or anyone affiliated with him. I am making no assertions as to the orientation, proclivities, or activities of Elijah or any other person mentioned herein and no harm is intended.
Furthermore, this journal is for mature readers only. No one under 18, please, due to mature content.
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