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mortem-et-necromantia
To-day is a thought, a fear is to-morrow,
And yesterday is our sin and our sorrow;
And life is a death,
Where the body’s the tomb,
And the pale sweet breath
Is buried alive in its hideous gloom.
Then waste no tear,
For we are the dead; the living are here,
In the stealing earth, and the heavy bier.
Death lives but an instant, and is but a sigh,
And his son is unnamed immortality,
Whose being is thine. Dear ghost, so to die
Is to live,—and life is a worthless lie.—
Then we weep for ourselves, and wish thee good bye.
A Dirge - Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Memento Mori engraving (ca. 1500)

Memento Mori engraving (ca. 1500)

I am death and when I love you, it’s forever. And why shouldn’t you love me back? I know that sometimes you fantasize about me, lay in bed at night wondering how and when I will come and what I will look like when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire? A skeleton, a ghost? You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you, “There, there,” I say, kissing away your tears, “I’ll make those awful things go away. Life won’t be a burden to you anymore, I promise.”
Necrophila Variations by Supervert

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Post-Mortem Photograph of Queen Victoria, above her a Post-Mortem photograph of her beloved Prince Albert.

Post-Mortem Photograph of Queen Victoria, above her a Post-Mortem photograph of her beloved Prince Albert.

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