#xxvii

I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)

These guys...

Danse Macabre. XXVII. The Astrologer  by  Dark Age Math

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets: XXVII

- Preta Velha

swimming with the swarm of electric stars

“They paint the world full of shadows, and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments."

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Sonnets (XXVII) in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”