By Minim Calibre<\/p>\n
Notes: Just… remember not to dare me. Please. Angelus\/The Beast, PG.<\/p>\n
Greensleeues was all my ioy, I remember him standing there, mouth stained crimson with blood, eyes flashing like guineas, a certain come-hither glint in them as he looked at me. Why, why does he deny me?<\/p>\n Alas my loue, ye do me wrong, I don’t understand it. Is it the girl? Is she prettier than me? Can she kill as well as me? I thought what we had… I thought it was special. I thought I was special. But he doesn’t even acknowledge that we once had something.<\/p>\n I haue been readie at your hand, What is it going to take? I’ve tried everything. I’ve said it with lawyers (he’s not the type to which one says it with flowers), I’ve said it with fire. I’ve wiped out all those who would dare to remove the last bottle of his favorite product from the shelves, and all to no avail.<\/p>\n I bought three kerchers to thy head I’ve even tried co-parenting, with the fruit of his large, unfaithful loins. Spare the rod, spoil the child. But he doesn’t seem to appreciate it when I spank the lad.<\/p>\n I bought thee peticotes of the best, I’ve blotted out the sun for him. Does he even appreciate how hard that was? Does he even remember that my night vision isn’t the best? Everything I do, I do for him, and for my troubles, he has his puny minions attempt to exile me. I don’t understand.<\/p>\n Thy smock of silk, both faire and white, Such good times we had, nestled together under eiderdown, plotting the demise of our enemies, acting out scenes of torture on each other’s bodies. The sweet satin of his flesh as hard as the iron chains he bound me with, the sweeter taste of maids and manservants\u2014by the end of our honeymoon, there wasn’t an agency on Europe willing to work with us.<\/p>\n Thy girdle of gold so red, Where did I go wrong?<\/p>\n Angelus, was every sweet nothing you whispered just a lie? Have I come so far for nothing?<\/p>\n My gayest gelding I thee gaue, And now it’s me who is gelded, my manhood undone by his cruel indifference. My mother was right when she told me to never trust a vampire.<\/p>\n For euerie morning when thou rose, Maids. Manservants. Every morning. For three months. Then one morning I woke up, and he was gone, leaving not so much as a note on my pillow. Is it too much to ask for an explanation?<\/p>\n And who did pay for all this geare, Heartbroken, alone, and without funds. That’s how he left me. And yet I still love him, still dream of his tender touch upon my brow, his fangs digging into my flesh.<\/p>\n Wel, I wil pray to God on hie, He has to see it, has to know. He will come for me. He will come to me.<\/p>\n Greensleeues now farewel adue, Oh yes, he will be mine…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oh yes, he will be mine…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17,83],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-angel-the-series","category-angelusthe-beast"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=245"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":246,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions\/246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nto cast me off discurteously:
\nAnd I haue loued you so long
\nDelighting in your companie.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my heart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\nto grant what euer you would craue.
\nI haue both waged life and land,
\nyour loue and good will for to haue.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n, that were wrought fine and gallantly:
\nI kept thee both boord and bed,
\nWhich cost my purse wel fauouredly,
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthe cloth so fine as might be:
\nI gaue thee iewels for thy chest,
\nand all this cost I spent on thee.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwith gold embrodered gorgeously:
\nThy peticote of Sendall right:
\nand thus I bought thee gladly.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nwith pearles bedecked sumptuously:
\nThe like no other lasses had,
\nand yet thou wouldst not loue me,
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTo ride where euer liked thee,
\nNo Ladie euer was so braue,
\nAnd yet thou wouldst not loue me.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI sent thee dainties orderly:
\nTo cheare thy stomack from all woes,
\nand yet thou wouldst not loue me.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthat thou didst spend when pleased thee?
\nEuen I that am reiected here,
\nand thou disdainst to loue me.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nthat thou my constancie maist see:
\nAnd that yet once before I die,
\nthou wilt vouchsafe to loue me.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nGod I pray to prosper thee:
\nFor I am stil thy louer true,
\ncome once againe and loue me.
\nGreensleeues was all my ioy,
\nGreensleeues was my delight:
\nGreensleeues was my hart of gold,
\nAnd who but Ladie Greensleeues.<\/em><\/p>\n