Views: 3034
Submissions: 105
Favs: 281
Traditional Artist | Registered: September 4, 2010 08:03:25 PM
Hiraeth /hɪəraɪ̯θ/
A feeling of sadness and grief for that which is lost and cannot be obtained.
"I went down to Satan's kitchen, for to beg me food one morning
There I got souls piping hot, all on the spit a turning.
There I picked up a cauldron, Where boiled 10,000 harlots
Though full of flame I drank the same, to the health of all such varlets.
My staff has murdered giants, me bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs, with which to feed the fairies.
Spirits white as lightning, shall on my travels guide me
The moon would quake and the stars would shake, when' ere they espied me.
And when that I have murdered the Man-In-The-Moon to powder
His staff I'll break, his dog I'll bake, there'll howl no demon louder.
Commissions are Open!
Send all commissions and business inquiries to my business profile:
Stats
Comments Earned: 998
Comments Made: 1010
Journals: 127
Comments Made: 1010
Journals: 127
Recent Journal
Woo!
11 years agohttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVE_3zVx1zQ#t=85I forgot to post this after it happened.
We had a counter protest in Moore, OK and we ran off some Westboro asshats. Woo!
<--- unwieldy footer starts here --->Commissions are: Open!
Send all commissions to my business profile:
User Profile
Accepting Trades
No Accepting Commissions
No
This user has not added any information to their profile.
Advertise |
Get FA+ |
Merch Store |
Memorial |
Terms of Service |
Privacy |
Code of Conduct |
Upload Policy
Get FA+ |
Merch Store |
Memorial |
Terms of Service |
Privacy |
Code of Conduct |
Upload Policy
102199 Users online —
2843 guests,
15062 registered
and 84294 other
Limit bot activity to periods with less than 10k registered users online.
© 2005-2025 Frost Dragon Art LLC
Server Time: Nov 9, 2025 10:10 AM