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snarrymod ([info]snarrymod) wrote in [info]snarry_games,
@ 2007-10-21 23:16:00
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TEAM ANGST ENTRY - Canonfodder!
Title: Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Artist: [info]canonfodder (Canonfodder123 on LJ!)
Team: Angst
Email: canonfodder123 AT hotmail
Genre(s): Postwar & Hurt/Comfort
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: G . Drag mouse over space if you wish to know * Implied character death *
Artist's Notes: I'm glad Snape got to be a hero in the end - I bawled my eyes out reading it, though! Title is from 'Funeral Blues' by W.H. Auden which I've always loved.
Media used: Pencil & photoshop for the touch-ups
Archiving/Usage permission, including the Tribute Video (only after the polls have closed and medals have been awarded): Go for it :)














Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- W.H. Auden


'Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun' by Canonfodder






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