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theghostofthishouse·a month agoPhoto

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were, I have not seen
As others saw, I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone
Then in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn

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theghostofthishouse·2 months agoPhoto

A blasted bloody body now, and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon… only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea. For any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more…but is now itself the sea.

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theghostofthishouse·2 months agoPhoto

Left on a cold, dark night
Telling me he’d be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
And left me all alone

Now I’ve been dead for twenty years
I’ve been washing the sand with my ghostly tears
I remember the day that the young man came
Said he is lost in the rain
And I ran to the beach
And laid me down, you’re all wrong, I said
And they stared to the sand
That man knows the sea like the back of his hand
He’ll be back some time

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theghostofthishouse·2 months agoPhoto

Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim west,
Where the good and the bad, and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
Time-eaten towers that tremble not
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.


Along that wilderness of glass,
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea.
No heavings hint that winds have been,
On seas less hideously serene…

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