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Poem: Sithe SathanasSITHE SATHANASWritten by Diane N. Tran

Nothing left of the whore; nothing, oh!
Pierce her belly, see the crimson flow.
Time at my whim, ticking, ticking;
Digging through her belly, picking, picking:
Yellow, pink, grey, brown, black, red!
My nails, in and out, place them on a spread:
Intestine, uterus, kidney, bowels, liver, spleen!
Wet my nails, ha, 'tis all musingly routine;
Gash her throat; alas, no more breath;
Wet my tongue across, to taste her soul bracing Death—
Happy sneer! Slit her nose, off between the eye;
Peel the face, here the skin stretch where she lie.
Let the hellish colour ooze, like melted butter,
For my next snip be

Poem: Ode to the DaneODE TO THE DANEWritten by Diane N. Tran

Alas, the noble Dane,
I knew thee once ago; now, no more.
Honourable gent of divine parentage
Of wit, character, compassion, and grace.
I loved thee once, kin of mine.

Alas, the lamenting Dane,
What of your parentage, now?
Pair departed, I see; hence thy father, no more:
But thy mother, no; thine uncle, now-father;
Thy inky cloak hides no joy, kin of mine.

Alas, the haunted Dane,
What do we see here? Thy father,
Ghostly spectre of an anger'd soul returneth.
He crieth, "Murder! Oh, brotherly murder!"
Are our eyes witched? Do we see true, kin of mine?

Alas, the spiteful Dane,
Hate swel

Poem: Mourning DoveMOURNING DOVEWritten by Diane N. Tran

I saw the mourning dove fly:
Weary, she did perch with tears in her eyes.

I stepped up slowly and asked, "Why?
Tell me, dear dove, why do you cry?
Please, dear love, tell. Don't be shy."

"To my master, I said goodbye.
Her lover, raged, punished her, arms in a tie.
He screamed, 'Wretch! whore! fie, fie!
With another did you lie!'
Denying pleas to he, did she reply:
Oh, what a struggle did she try!
'Release me!' she begged. 'Release me, my I—I—!'
By his wrath, by her throat, did she die:
That is why, sir, I wet my eye.
That is why, sir, I cry.
That is why, sir, I must fly."

Poem: AloneALONEWritten by Diane N. Tran

Skin, pale and flawless; hair, thick and cleanly ungroomed;
Lips, full and softly tender; and kisses just as sweet;
Eyes, so innocent and blue, of treasured sapphires;
Face, mature and perfectly handsome, pristine and angelic.

But nothing of the truth spoke from the beauty external:
Broken and alone, your heart was silent; your spirit, shattered.
A tear, saturated and grievous, caressed your features,
For she had disappeared, leaving with no farewells,
And, in your joyless sorrow, destroyed the beauty internal.

Poem: RunawayRUNAWAYWritten by Diane N. Tran

Sadden eyes, fearfully glaring in the gloom of night:
Once so bright, so cheery and so lively; rags, tattered and hung;
Skin, dark against darkness, tight and bony;
Crookedly broken nose, heavily running and dry.

Black, course hair, muddy and long, flying frantic;
Forehead, sweating; lips, bruised and bleeding; mouth, austere;
Shoulders, sagging; back, scarred, beaten, slashed, cracked, and red
From leather whips, stony fists, and rusted chains.

He paused, stiffly poised, smiling benevolently at God;
His ears harked a bleary bloodhound chorus;
Up on his bare feet, viewing at the waving hills,
With defiance,

NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VI

NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMONChapter VI: "Dirty Little Secret" REVISED EDITION
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran

He had awakened from a restless sleep at the cool, gentle touch of a hand, not his own, caressing his fevered brow. He could hear the steady beeps of the medical equipment around him and feel the slow drips of the IV tubing underneath his skin. Filling his lungs with air with a heavy amount of effort, the gardener shifted uneasily against the pillow and swallowed thickly a cough. His mouth was parched. His flesh felt hot and clammy. His entire body felt heavy, as if weighed down by boulders. Everything felt

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Bruant et la fee verteby *tranimation-art

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Everyone knows the crude, arrogant, rough-voiced entertainer with the red scarf, but there is a mirror side to Aristide Bruant whom few knew existed. Behind the cruel laughter and the bantering, Bruant is a shy, serious man whose heart remained with the countryside in which he grew up. He adores the outdoors and enjoys gardening, bicycling, and caring for strays. He is generous to a fault, yearned for love and compassion, and admired honesty among all else.

There were also his darker points in which this drawings affects Bruant in his more dismal moods, staring off in angst and malaise of the swelling, swirling mixture of absinthe and red wine before him.

Pour chanter Veni Creator
Il faut une chasuble d'or
Pour chanter Veni Creator
Il faut une chasuble d'or
Nous en tissons pour vous, grands de l'église
Et nous, pauvres canuts, n'avons pas de chemise

C'est nous les canuts
Nous sommes tout nus

Pour gouverner, il faut avoir
Manteaux ou rubans en sautoir
Pour gouverner, il faut avoir
Manteaux ou rubans en sautoir
Nous en tissons pour vous grands de la terre
Et nous, pauvres canuts, sans drap on nous enterre

C'est nous les canuts
Nous sommes tout nus

Mais notre règne arrivera
Quand votre règne finira:
Mais notre règne arrivera
Quand votre règne finira:
Nous tisserons le linceul du vieux monde,
Car on entend déjà la tempête qui gronde

C'est nous les canuts
Nous sommes tout nus

(Bruant et la fée verte is French for "Bruant and the Green Fairy." And listen his song of "Les canuts" HERE!)

Models - Aristide Bruant

Medium - HB graphite.

Aristide Bruant © Diane N. Tran.
"Les canuts" © Aristide Bruant.

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*bcbdrums Jun 19, 2008

mm, excellent character. wonderfully done.

*tranimation-art Jun 19, 2008 Professional Filmographer

Thank you! He's very much one of my favourite characters. He's a great character to RP with. Handsome, bitter, but charismatic.

~Helen-Of-Troy Apr 17, 2005

"The green fairy who lives in the absinthe wants your soul...but you will be safe with me."

Come on Bruant...I won't hurt you (hides leash behind back)...much.

BTW, that quote is from Bram Stoker's Dracula.

*tranimation-art Apr 18, 2005 Professional Filmographer

I remember that scene, the seduction scene. Very erotic...even if the guy had hairy palms, lol.

*tranimation-art Mar 26, 2005 Professional Filmographer

Awwwwwwwww...

!Neko-chan70 Mar 25, 2005

Lonely, eh?

I CAN COMFORT HIM

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Basil: *pulls her ear away*

Neko: WAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NO FAIR!!!

*tranimation-art Mar 25, 2005 Professional Filmographer

~AmberPalette Mar 24, 2005 Professional Traditional Artist

Damn this guy is sexy... XD

Exceedingly good facial expressions, per usual. Yes, absinthe and Montmartre, lovely fin de siecle angsty lose-your-soul-in-the-filth atmospheres abound, LOL. God you HAVE to read Carole Nelson Douglas's new Irene Adler books, they're almost entirely in Paris. Read Irene At Large first, then read Chapel Noir, and then Castle Rouge. TRUST me.

You're a Jack the Ripper freak like me, right? OMG just READ them. XD

*tranimation-art Mar 24, 2005 Professional Filmographer

BRWHAHAHA! Aristide is sexy! I was hoping that sex appeal would come out, hurrah, and it did!
Basically every woman in Montmartre had a crush on him, true story! One woman had "Bruant" tattooed on her buttock! I must draw that!

Yes, am I! Though personally, I don't say "Jack the Ripper freak"...

...I'm a FREAKY RIPPEROLOGIST FREAK! ...well, just an amateur Ripperologist really, heeheehee...

I haven't read Carole Nelson Douglas' series since Irene's Last Waltz, years ago. This is all before she renamed everything because now Irene's Last Waltz was retitled Another Scandal in Bohemia. It just doesn't have the same UMPH as it did before. I've been meaning to catch up on the new books - namely Chapel Noir, Castle Rouge, and Spide Dance! Well, most of them are in Paris, but that's where she's hiding out - she can't get back to London because of that nosy Holmes!

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