Amor eu escrevo esta carta,
C'um galhinho de alecrim,
Não posso dizer mais nada,
Que o papel já está no fim.

Amor eu escrevo esta carta,
C'um galhinho de alecrim,
Não posso dizer mais nada,
Que o papel já está no fim.

With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered;
With soft red lips she sang a song:
What knight might gaze upon her face,
Nor fare along?


For all her looks were full of spells,
And all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
"Oh, come with me! oh, come with me!
Oh, come with me, my love, Sir Kay!"--


How should he know the witch, I trow,
Morgan La Fey?


-- Cawein, Madison J. (1865-1914), "Morgan La Fey"

Oh, the things I put up just to make the scrollbar scroll (;

Welcome to my blog. No spamming or vulgarising the tagboard. If you have something mean to say here, go repeat it fifty thousand times in front of a mirror :).

Respect me & my blog and I'll respect you.
My name is Morgan La Fey and I am fifty thousand years old. I utterly despise Merlin. I love eating small children and playing with my warts.

Please erase that shit and put up your own profile :)
put your tagboard here.

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