Today is my Bday:) Yes, I'm a Leo but this is not the only proof I'm a cold one! I think fate brought me to the world of Twilight:)
My name is Lamia, you all know that, but did you know that if you google my name this is what you get:
"The ancient Greeks believed that the Lamia was a vampire who stole little children to drink their blood." source
In 1884, John Keats wrote a long poem entitled Lamia, I selected a short stanza for you but you can read it all here
Lamia by Keats
In the calm’d twilight of Platonic shades.
Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near—
Close to her passing, in indifference drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour’d to him, and yet so unseen 240
She stood: he pass’d, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp’d like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow’d his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn’d—syllabling thus, “Ah, Lycius bright,
“And will you leave me on the hills alone? 245
“Lycius, look back! and be some pity shown.”
He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so delicious were the words she sung,
It seem’d he had lov’d them a whole summer long: 250
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the bewildering cup,
-.-
.. and finally a song that I love to wrap up my birthday gift and keep you entertained too:)
My name is Lamia, you all know that, but did you know that if you google my name this is what you get:
"The ancient Greeks believed that the Lamia was a vampire who stole little children to drink their blood." source
In 1884, John Keats wrote a long poem entitled Lamia, I selected a short stanza for you but you can read it all here
Lamia by Keats
In the calm’d twilight of Platonic shades.
Lamia beheld him coming, near, more near—
Close to her passing, in indifference drear,
His silent sandals swept the mossy green;
So neighbour’d to him, and yet so unseen 240
She stood: he pass’d, shut up in mysteries,
His mind wrapp’d like his mantle, while her eyes
Follow’d his steps, and her neck regal white
Turn’d—syllabling thus, “Ah, Lycius bright,
“And will you leave me on the hills alone? 245
“Lycius, look back! and be some pity shown.”
He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so delicious were the words she sung,
It seem’d he had lov’d them a whole summer long: 250
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the bewildering cup,
-.-
.. and finally a song that I love to wrap up my birthday gift and keep you entertained too:)
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