September 2nd, 2013

Steph hail satan

Couple Harry Potter thoughts

Book: Bill is "a mess," "unrecognizable," and his face is "so badly slashed and ripped he looked grotesque," after being attacked by Greyback. And there is "no cure" for the wounds.
Movie: Bill has a couple cute scratch scars.

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In "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," there's an entry about a creature called an Augurey, which is similar to a phoenix in some ways, but its cry causes sadness.

In the sixth book, Fawkes makes a cry of mourning for Dumbledore that everyone who heard it felt.

My thought: what if phoenixes' power comes from happiness, and Fawkes had to expel his grief to keep his powers. And what if auguries are phoenixes that didn't expel their grief in time, became depressed, and lost most of their powers, but for the ability to make others feel their sorrow in their song? Thus becoming augyreys?

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Memetically

Poem of No-Praise For The Orphan-Maker

"Poem of No-Praise For The Orphan-Maker"
A Gosgolot poem
ABAB

Though we're thankful for his rays,
Which keep the cold of Void at bay,
We dare not offer up our praise
Unto the ruthless lord of day
For fear his burning, staring eye,
That glares upon us from the skies,
Will notice us and make us die,
For he is more than Water's Demise.

Though we're grateful to our Host,
We pray he'll never notice us,
For we've no wish to be burnt toast,
And so we dare not raise a fuss
For fear The Screaming Death will wake
From his howling nightmare song
And cause us all to burn and bake
For doing something all too wrong.

Though we're grateful for his heat,
We dare not give him any prayer,
For if he heard us mewling meat,
He might then burn away the air,
So him don't summon, nor dare you call,
The Monarch of Ashes, not even once!
Just glance in fear at the Eye Which Burns All,
The Daily Reminder of Our Insignificance.

Instead we offer this No-Praise,
Aimed into the NIGHT time sky,
Quietly thankful for all our days,
Grateful that we're still alive.
The only prayer we give the night
Is to our Gods with mortal past,
To protect us from The Lord of Light,
In hopes these breaths won't be our last.

We also pray to our Kin Divine
To hear our constant, daily fears,
And on our love, attention, dine
So we may live a few more years.
And, oh Kindred, do also please
Take away our grief and pain,
Our burdens we need help to ease.
Sahn-kia, Koh Soh La Kohrain.

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Martha and Ten

Lady Belladonna

"Lady Belladonna"
To the tune of Lady Madonna by The Beatles.

Lady Belladonna, victims at your feet,
Turning human beings into so much meat.
Who wipes the tears; who cries the laments?
Did you think we’d not care ‘bout your intent?

Sergeant Friday gets assigned to your case
You're charged with the murder of a nun
You break out, and like ink you escape
See how you run.

Lady Belladonna, dead child at your breast,
I wonder how you managed to kill the rest
Pa pa pa pa,
See how they run

Lady Belladonna hissing at your head
Listening to her music will make you dead

Nightshade's horror show is never ending
Wednesday Addams is glad that she could come
Thursday's double amputees will need some tending
See how they run

Lady Belladonna, victims at your feet
Turning human beings into so much meat.

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