Photo reblogged from L'ACTE GRATUIT with 114 notes
![actegratuit: Florian Bertmer
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn”.[“In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2y76x7pnj1qeubbbo1_500.jpg)
actegratuit: Florian Bertmer
“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn”.
[“In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”]
Photoset reblogged from L'ACTE GRATUIT with 149 notes
actegratuit: Medusa, anamorph - Ninja1 and Mach505
“Turn thou from their sight, Risk no glance. The sight of Gorgon, if she cometh, would bring thee night from which were no returning.”
- Dante, “Inferno”, Canto IX, vv. 51-57
Post with 15 notes
O, Death
[h/t actegratuit: St Never, Eleni Tsami]
O, Death.
O, death, o death,
Won’t you spare me over another year.But what is this, that I can’t see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me.When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul.
O, Death.O death, o death.
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O, Death.Well I am Death, none can excel,
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.
O, Death.O, Death.
My name is Death and the end is here…
- Jen Titus
Post with 7 notes
The Charge of The Light Brigade
Into the mouth of Hell, Into the valley of Death
Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
“Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Page 1 of 2
