He'll Miss MeThe whine of the sirens have faded away, now. The babble of voices, all that preparation, all that dreadful mourning, gone.He'll Miss Me by HeadmistressMercedes
I guess I can get up now!
Hopping up on my two feet, I can finally giggle. How touching that was! How wonderfully, deliciously cute! I knew he'd have to pull off something like that.
“That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?”
Oh Sherlock, my goodness gracious me! A note for dear, darling John! How quaint.
Tenderly, I touch the growing bump on the back of my head. That's gonna bruise. It's amazing, though, what one can do with a gel pack and a loud noise. Too bad that little performance ruined my suit. Damn it, this is one of my best, too! Only the best for the great Sherlock Holmes.
Hmph. Great, my arse. How can something so simply dull be great? Damned if I know.
Snorting, I gingerly tiptoe up to the ledge where Sherlock put on his final show. Peering down over the edge of St Barts, I look at the scene below.
Precious Prison"But they're gold!" you exclaim,Precious Prison by HeadmistressMercedes
Eyes glitt'ring at my wrists,
While all I can do is look at you, disdained.
Whether gold, or silver,
or black as night,
they are still chains to keep me from flight.
Songs for Nightmares.When I fall into bed,Songs for Nightmares. by HeadmistressMercedes
there's already too much said.
My tongue is now dead,
but it talks.
While I sing in my sleep,
my mind crawls from the deep,
and the minutes, they creep
from the clock.
There are monsters playing cards,
demons acting like bards,
prancing all 'round the yard
in my slumber.
My tunes are no match
for the songs nightmares catch
while they come in by batch;
take a number.
I have no more words,
relevant or absurd,
and my tongue, like dead birds,
won't take flight.
The monsters have won
by the songs they have sung,
and my heart has been hung
in the night.
You have entered the realm of The Headmistress. Be warned...if you are of sound mind and body...then I do not want you within my land's borders. Only the truly and wonderfully insane can grace my gardens.|
Within my palace walls, you shall find me, engaging myself in numerous artistic endeavours. I sit at my desk and carve out words upon pixelated stone, I use my shutterbox to capture images of the world around me, I take up my pens and ink and attempt to sketch what my brilliantly botched mind comes up with, and I take images from the outside world and attempt to manipulate them into works of art, using only the best software that I have yet to figure out.
If you cannot accept that which I love, here in my beloved land of Fan-Dôm, then you are not welcome. I have many sectors of this land that I live in and take part in. As of current, I am in the rebellion, fighting alongside those who flock under the sign of the Mockingjay. But I have also been taken by the likes of Sherlock, Harry Potter, Wallander, The Hobbit/LOTR, and many more.
I humbly thank my Vice-Queen, for her unending loyalty (and for my wonderful ID, which she made just for me!! ♥♥). She is my skulker in the Tumblr shadows to hunt out new and exciting news and gifs for me. In return, I grant her Maganderings in the form of words so that she may read them and enjoy the little ship we built and sailed together.
I am a fair and generous ruler. I enjoy speaking with my minions, my loyal subjects, as it gives me great pleasure. Do not be daunted by my title. Should you wish to speak to me, your request for an audience will not be refused. If, however, you should cross me...it might very well be the last thing you ever do.
The Headmistress has SPOKEN.
Current Residence: Nova Scotia, Canada
Favourite genre of music: Alternative, rock, new age, soundtracks...
MP3 player of choice: Green iPod Nano ♥
Wallpaper of choice: Only Lovers Left Alive manip
Favourite cartoon character: Duck Dodgers, Mike the TV (Reboot) The Untalkative Bunny, Gir (Invader Zim), Russell (Stickin' Around)
Personal Quote: IT IS PAYDAY.