28 November 2009

Lady of Pain

Thou wert fair in the fearless old fashion, And thy limbs are as melodies yet, And move to the music of passion With lithe and lascivious regret. What ailed us, O gods, to desert you For creeds that refuse and restrain? Come down and redeem us from virtue, Our Lady of Pain. -- excerpt from Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs), by Algernon Charles Swinburne


Ive said...

sad sam se sjetio planescape tormenta, mogao bi to opet odigrati :D

Domigorgon said...

Ah! Finally, a cutter who is not clueless! ;)