Angel's Like You Can't Fly Down Here With Me

angel's like you can't fly down here with me

That night at the great castle, the storm lord and the knight of skulls and kisses each swore they would unmask him, and the king himself urged men to challenge him, declaring that the face behind that helm was no friend of his. But the next morning, when the heralds blew their trumpets and the king took his seat, only two champions appeared. The Knight of the Laughing Tree had vanished. The king was wroth, and even sent his son the dragon prince to seek the man, but all they ever found was his painted shield, hanging abandoned in a tree. It was the dragon prince who won that tourney in the end.

Maria Callas as Medea MEDEA (1969) dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini

#rlweek2020. DAY 3: films/books au. ROMEO AND JULIET by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life.

I crave you like nothing else matter, your presence is the sustenance that quenches the thirst of my soul, you are the fire to my ice, the yin to my yang.

~Literatureylair