Twa Corbies

<sub>As I was walking all alone
I heard two ravens cry and moan
The one onto the other did say
Where shall we go and dine today?
Where shall we go and dine today?

Out beyond that old high dike
I know there lies a murdered knight
And no-one knows that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair
His hawk and his hound and his lady fair

His hound is to the hunting gone
His hawk to fetch the wild bird home
His lady loves another knight
So we may make our dinner sweet
So we may make our dinner sweet

So you may sit on his white thigh
And I’ll peck out his bonny blue eyes
And with a lock of his golden hair
We’ll fix our nest when it grows bare
We’ll fix our nest when it grows bare

There’s many a one for him does moan
But none will know where he is gone
And o’er his bones when they lie bare
The wind will blow forever more
The wind will blow forever more

-trad. English ballad</sub>

So I really like this song. That link is to my favorite version of it (by Omnia). Very nice dark, morbid imagery, which tends to inspire all sorts of gothic thoughts in my silly brain. This is one of those pictures that floats around in there. Oh black-clad windswept vampires. So classic. Had to be done sooner or later. I like sooner.

No bearing on plot here, just Leland and Claris in atmospheric 13th-century outfits. Back when things between them were a good deal more idyllic, certainly. Look at her! She's just the picture of "wedded" bliss right there.

_{Brushes by ~green-eyed-butterfly.}