maiden-victims

Updated: July 5, 2025

The white narcissi lying on the grass, and preparing to die sweetly, like sacrificed maiden-victims of the flower-world, could turn true faces to the God who made them, but the men at that particular moment of time had no real features ready for God's inspection, only masks. "C'est mon metier d'etre Roi!" So said one of the many dead and gone martyrs on the rack of sovereignty.

Marie Corelli - Temporal Power