#the worm king's lullaby

[molotovc]

Text Order: 𝘞𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 Emily Brontë // 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘔𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 Franz Kafka // 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘺 Richard Siken // 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 Madelline Miller

+ Doctor Who

(doctor who brainrot...head empty doctor who only...making this has killed me)

[go-to-the-mirror]

I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side

MARTIN Yeah, but if, if you're that connected, that dependent, what happens if we actually, y'know, do manage to— ARCHIVIST We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, I just need us to be moving on.

The price of a long due reckoning Laid in blood when the battle has done Old King Cole has paid the toll Of the crimes levied upon his soul The rebel blades have achieved their goal Laid in blood when the battle has done

Pip: We're doomed Flip: We're not. Pip: Are you sure?

There's been so little time to share We've always had our loads to bear I won't forget I won't leave you this time This time

MARTIN I refuse to accept that this— ARCHIVIST (Firm) Tough! The world doesn't care what you accept. It just... is! It just is.

It's getting late, Little Moon. Finish the song. It's not that late. You are my moon, Little Moon, and it's late enough. So climb down out of the tree. Is it safe? Safe enough. Are you dead as well?

MARTIN Yeah, yeah. Come on. We've got a job to do.

(“i bet on losing dogs” - mitski // “mag 181 - ignorance” // “laid in blood” - the mechanisms // “war of the foxes” - richard siken // “ragnarok v: end of the line” - the mechanisms // “mag 194 - parting” // “the worm king’s lullaby” - richard siken // “mag 181 - ignorance”)

[balladoficarus]

*clenches fist* *throws a fit* *falls down, wailing* buck and bucky

[malaisequotes]

“He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I'm surprised I saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion a long time ago. I live in someone else's future.”

The Worm King's Lullaby by Richard Siken

[quotent-potables]

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

— The Worm King’s Lullaby, from War of the Foxes, by Richard Siken

[entangled--mechanism]

the worm king's lullaby - richard silken

1

The holes in this story are not lamps, they are not 

wheels. I walked and walked, grew a beard so I could 

drag it in the dirt, into a forest that wasn't there. I want 

to give you more but not everything. You don't need 

everything.

2

This is what they found on the dead man's desk when

the landlord let them in: twenty-eight pages, esoteric

 and unfollowable, written with perfect penmanship 

and a total disregard for any reader, as if the intended 

audience was a population not quite human. Angelic 

script, says the detective, lifting the pages, feeling their 

heft and he wonders what he means because it isn't. 

His partner nods but ignores him.

A park bench, white roses, dark coats and white roses, 

snow and repetitions of snow--it's hard to read but 

pretty much how they found him: dead on a bench in 

a black coat, the snow falling down.

Twigs and blackbirds, snow and red horses, the ghosts 

floating up, the snow falling down--the detective is 

weeping--and the black coat.

3

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. 

There is no other version of this story.

4

It's getting late, Little Moon. Finish the song. It's not that 

late. You are my moon, Little Moon, and it's late enough. 

So climb down out of the tree. Is it safe? Safe enough. Are 

you dead as well?

The night is cold, it is silver, it is a coin.

Not everyone is dead, Little Moon. But the big moon needs 

the tree. There is a ghost at the end of the song. Yes, 

there is. And you see his hand and then you see the moon. 

Am I the ghost at the end of the song? We are very close 

now, Little Moon. Thank you for shining on me.

5

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his 

hand. He was dead anyway, a ghost. I'm surprised I 

saw his hand at all. All this was prepared for me. All 

this was set in motion a long time ago. I live in someone 

else's future. I stayed as long as I could, he said. Now look at 

the moon.

[zzbibimbap]

[luthienne]

jack gilbert, “islands and figs” / richard siken, “the worm king’s lullaby”

[wateredcrops]

[garashir]

Richard Siken The Worm King’s Lullaby // Supernatural 7x02, 12x23, 15x18

[applepi00]

Different Doors to Better Days, @feralrookie | Detail of the Woods, Richard Siken | DDTBD (again) | The Worm King’s Lullaby (1), Richard Siken

Just something I thought of while I was rereading.

[vaynglories]

possibly my most embarrassingly tumblrina trait is i'm still highkey obsessed with that “we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven” poem despite all the memeing. like yeah mister siken please tell me more about the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes not from the absence of violence but despite the abundance of it actually

[transfemsirius]

rest in peace remus lupin you would have loved richard siken

[malaisequotes]

“This is what they found on the dead man's desk when the landlord let them in: twenty-eight pages, esoteric and unfollowable, written with perfect penmanship and a total disregard for any reader.”

The Worm King's Lullaby by Richard Siken

[litany-writes]

tower of babel (from genesis 11:3)

[katierosefun]

and later: