theribbajack reblogged
An evil death has brought low the noble warrior, No joy shall shine in the Golden City. That noble brother, who always held me dear, Now is held in darkness, enclosed.
Sleep and His Half-Brother Death by John Waterhouse (1874) but it's Miquella and Godwyn because I live to cause myself pain. The verse is from my sister's fic Of No Renown. Bonus points to anyone who gets all the references!