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“…to reign in Hell….”

…Is this the Region, this the soil, the clime,
Said then the lost archangel, this the seat
That we must change for Heaven, this mournful gloom
For that celestial light?…

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1000 Years (via It’s Only Fashion)

Some of my favorite blog articles are based around poetry or song lyrics. I’ve done a few of these myself — indeed, I’ve composed at least one poem explicitly for a recent photo shoot.

This kind of artistic synthesis — not to mention perhaps a synergy — is popular with several SL fashion blog writers. Cajsa Lilliehook and Gidge Uriza of It’s Only Fashion use it often, as in the following….

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1000 Years posted by Gidge Uriza

A thousand years, a thousand more
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
And endlessess turning stairway climbs to a tower of souls

A million roads, a million fears a million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs…. But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
then following …

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via It’s Only Fashion

The White Witch

O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

After seeing the original at Harper Beresford's blog (A Passion for Virtual Fashion), I had to give Eshi Otawara's "Black Gems are Forever" a shot of my own. However, I decided I'd discard the pants she had in the confection, and used an old skirt from Anubis Style instead (which I think was created for the old Rezzable "Black Swan" show, as that was the name on the gown).

The great white witch you have not seen?
Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth,
Like nursery children you have looked
For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth;
But no, not so; the witch appears
In all the glowing charms of youth….

I especially love Eshi's headdress of jet-topped pins and a "veil" of thin, flexible "wires." I've pinned it into a fri.day coiffure -- normally the SL epitome of casual style; but with this headdress added to it....

But though she always thus appears
In form of youth and mood of mirth,
Unnumbered centuries are hers,
The infant planets saw her birth;
The child of throbbing Life is she,
Twin sister to the greedy earth.

Candy Nail has an amazing variety of prim nails, including these black talons with jewels stuck all over them.

And back behind those smiling lips,
And down within those laughing eyes,
And underneath the soft caress
Of hand and voice and purring sighs,
The shadow of the panther lurks,
The spirit of the vampire lies….

Note the black jet choker and the earrings, which mirror the headdress. There's also a ring, but the nails knocked it off, of course; one of the two things I don't appreciate about prim nails, no matter how good they make you look.

Oh! she has seen your strong young limbs,
And heard your laughter loud and gay,
And in your voices she has caught
The echo of a far-off day,
When man was closer to the earth;
And she has marked you for her prey.

She feels the old Antaean strength
In you, the great dynamic beat
Of primal passions, and she sees
In you the last besieged retreat
Of love relentless, lusty, fierce,
Love pain-ecstatic, cruel-sweet.

O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
O, younger brothers mine, beware!
Look not upon her beauty bright;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

Excerpts from “The White Witch”
by James Weldon Johnson (1922)

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The details:

  • Shape: L. Fauna Lapine
  • Skin: L. Fauna Lapine.Snow-Fae Frigid
  • Hair: fri.day Jules (startled white) (Parvarti Monday)
  • Eyes: Poetic Color Gold Flakes (amethyst) (Lano Ling)
  • Dress: Eshi Otawara Black Gems are Forever (top, gloves, earrings, choker, headdress); Anubis Style Black Swan system and prim skirts (Anubis Hartunian)
  • Shoes: Detour Glamour Metallic pumps (Detour Sideways)
  • Nails: Candy Nail P045 Swallowtail Black prim nails (peche Bury)

WindLight setting: Torley Linden’s DUSK – Briony

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Read Harper Beresford’s original article

Moon Priestess

Where now the columns that lifted
Their snowy tops to the sacred Moon?
Where now the walls, writ over with
Runes of power and virtue?
Where now the altars, cunningly carved,
Which smoked with incense and sacrifices?
Where now the priestesses and their chants,
Singing songs of praise to the holy Selene?

Her Brother, Bright Phoebus, has traversed the sky
Day after untold day.
The countless leaves have fallen to the forest floor
And turned to dust and mold,
And blown through the sanctified doors,
Till all that remains is broken stone and whispering ghosts.
Lonely are the ancient spirits, crying their pious lament:
We have ne’er forgot Thee, Huntress Maid!

  • — Harper Ganesvoort

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