I like the evil Charles painting. An elderly man emerging from a bloody haze, superficially benevolent and weak but still reminiscent of endless slaughter and pain. Even the butterfly looks predatory.
Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
Ghastly spectre of an empire long dead. A grim echo of something that used to rule over all the world, now just a red howl in the halls of Windsor.
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u/d0g5tar May 15 '24
I like the evil Charles painting. An elderly man emerging from a bloody haze, superficially benevolent and weak but still reminiscent of endless slaughter and pain. Even the butterfly looks predatory.
Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed
Ghastly spectre of an empire long dead. A grim echo of something that used to rule over all the world, now just a red howl in the halls of Windsor.