Seth Crowe

Record my misery; list my tears in your scroll (Psalm 56:8) OC RP 21+ #veshengo

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

{Sat inside the doorway of a very classy Airstream Caravel, a sweet ethereal scent lingering from the long tobacco pipe in his hand as he gazes upward towards the stars} “What in Heaven’s name?” They say and I ask, what /in/ Heaven’s name? What about it?

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

@SmokeAndStrings {His smile is crooked, pleased and a tad sinister} Well hello. And no, I no longer carry that burden of humanity. It really is a sad state of affairs. And you? You are...

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

My my my! Everyone is so sensitive these Days! I adore that.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

You look beautiful when you cry.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

I have moved Seth to a Tumblr blog so I can just write him solo. If you'd like to read, the posts should still show up here. Otherwise: https://t.co/snyLX54s0q Thanks in advance for checking it out!

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

Tear to tear...sea to shining sea.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

Eat some now, save some for later. You never know who might turn up for dinner.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

*whistling past the graveyard*

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

A man gets hungry, very hungry. Although my cabinet is full I still seek out that same fresh sorrow.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

I'm feeling a little...hmm sinister. {Sigh} Which is weird because there is nothing sinister about me.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

They follow and lead, but only as you pass.
Dress yourself in darkest black,
And they are darker still.
Always they flee the light,
Though without the sun there would be none.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

So rolled the years of mah springtime. Six wicker baskets. Into these did the years of mah youthhead roll.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

Six years passed. Six young gunfighters down on their luck. Six pine boxes to carry them in. Six crooked miles walked. Six broken stiles crossed. Six passing bells swinging but making no sound. Six widows weeping. Six plots of cold ground. Six black birds throwing six crooked

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

shadows. Six sinking moons. Six wounds. Six notches. Six muddy crutches broken in two.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

She is very sad and ah, for one do not intend to do anything about that. Her sorrow feeds mah blackened heart. And ah do love the taste of her tears.

[Whores of Yore @WhoresofYore]

On 16th June 1874, a 'gang of old woman drunkards' were arrested at Islington workhouse and thrown in jail for the night. The next morning they apologised and explained they had 'been out for a holiday'.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

Ah am here! Yes ah am.

[Seth Crowe @Eis_Requiem]

{Smiling slightly, eyes bright} Oh no..no no no now mah beauty. {wipes her tear away gently with his finger} Ah need you here. You are mah muse, mah angel, hm? Is that so bad?