3/17/2023 0 Comments Pixwords scenes desert![]() ![]() They were tearful young girls - like the virgins of Verdun, like those the poet had already sung of - unhappy and plaintive children led by the child-king, Louis XVII in a moaning choir - Louis XVII, who died of old age brought on by grief before he was twelve years old shattered destinies, the faded bloom of youth, misunderstood genius, misinterpreted and slandered virtues. Already the characters who were to play a part in this epic crowded the threshold of his imagination and knocked on the door of his poem. It was a monumental epic about the miseries of the century. He was meditating on the outline of a new work which would seal his fame forever and which he would sign opus exegi, like Horace. In an elegant cottage on the isle of Jersey, Victor Hugo was awake. From time to time in the hollows of the rocks and at the tops of the old ruins of feudal towers, the mournful cry of ospreys - which the fury of the elements prevented from seeking their prey - resounded and in the distance the howls of wolves answered in sinister harmony.Ĭommon people said that the night was terrible the poets will say it was a romantic night. The rain was falling in torrents, and the raging winds carried violent pelting gusts of water. One heard here and there strange clamors which broke the heart it was like the supreme cry of a crew in distress. A storm raged over the ocean, twisting the masts of ships like wisps of straw the waves roared, eager to seize their prey. Through breaks in the clouds, like wounds of a bruised sky, only a few pale rays of pallid, lugubrious moonlight were allowed to permeate. You knew Loki had had a difficult life, so discussing your relatively happy childhood seemed somehow cruel. Not that you didn't want to share, but you never knew how to move the conversations with him in that direction. The two of you would talk for hours about blades, but it never went beyond that. Discussing uses for different weapons, analysing fighting styles and comparing your favorites from each of your own personal collections. Helping you clean weapons or just sitting in your forge watching you work. On one hand it seemed Loki was equally drawn to you. He was beautiful and elegant, sharp and deadly. That's what drew you to Loki, he was everything you loved about blades made flesh. But it was never about violence, you just thought blades were beautiful and elegant. Your parents worried about you when the interest didn't fade as you got older. As a kid, everyone thought you were crazy for obsessing over blades. ![]()
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