#les trois

[fcassovius]

i still draw richelieu i never forgot

[fcassovius]

in the shade of cathedrals, november 11 1630

[fcassovius]

DYING VIOLENTLY. EXPLODING AND CRYING. VISCERA EVERY WHERE.

[fcassovius]

i never finish anything these days and it breaks my heart. only rarely i feel a fraction of my former creative energy - the lack thereof exhausts me even more. i don't know where it has gone, why, or whether it will ever come back

[fcassovius]

he's cute isn't he

[fcassovius]

O' Cardinal! my Cardinal! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the bed my Cardinal lies, Asleep cold and dead.

O' Cardinal! my Cardinal! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Cardinal! dear flower! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the bed, You’re asleep cold and dead.

My Cardinal does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My flower does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult o' shores, and ring o' bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the chapel my Cardinal lies, Asleep cold and dead.

[fcassovius]

𝓱𝓸𝓽 & 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭

[fcassovius]

hyeah