26 Marks of MajestyA perfect line, be it night or day,26 Marks of Majesty by HeadmistressMercedes
Because it simply has to be that way.
Care must be taken, don't mess this up.
Don't upset the balance, don't knock over the cup.
Every second you take the time to speak,
Forget that the language has been made weak.
Great works were made by 26 marks,
Heed well their order, and watch for the sparks.
I see when magic flows forth from your mouth.
Just beware: sparks can easily head south.
Kicks become romance, romance to death,
Lovers to murder in one fatal breath.
Make good use of rhythm, of measure and rhyme,
No numbers replace the tempo and time.
Open your mouth or spill out your pen.
Practice their art form, rejoice in their zen.
Quiet or loud, their patterns spin words.
Reveal or conceal, be it sane or absurd.
Stay true and devout to their scheduled line.
True faith to them will make something divine.
Thoughts on the Wing.If a bird on a roof alone looks so forlorn, imagine how it just feel. In a world filled with wings, it must be frustrating not to fly. Maybe it's broken. A shattered wing makes flight a far thing.Thoughts on the Wing. by HeadmistressMercedes
Maybe it just wants to be left alone. In a world filled with wings, constant flocks must get tiring. Take a moment to enjoy the sounds of nothing, and take in the view of everything. No chatter, no screams, no fights, no schemes...just you and the sky and your wings.
I sigh, sitting on a branch nearby. Look at that magnificent bastard up there, just sitting by himself. How I yearn for the freedom he no doubt feels, as I sit here, surrounded by shrieks and jawing and screeching until my feathers are forever ruffled.
I sigh. I cannot fly with pinioned wings. My curse, my capture, my bloody, bound fracture. No, I cannot fly with pinioned wings. My freedom is bound, you see. Shattered and broken. And I cannot fly with broken wings.
I am broken.
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.