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'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' is a haunting ballad describing a young knight whose very lifeblood and vitality have been drained by a beautiful but parasitic, fairylike vampire. This knight has now been left as an undead shell of his former self, alone on a barren hillside.

Herbert George "H. G." Wells (1866 - 1946) was an English writer.

He was prolific in many genres, including the novel, history, politics, social commentary, and textbooks and rules for war games. Wells is now best remembered for his science fiction novels and is called a "father of science fiction"

LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI: I found him in his own apartments, and strangely disordered. He went to and fro, raving beginning so soon as I entered the room. I noticed a book half out of its cover, flung carelessly into the corner of the room.

Born in 1795, tragically dead of consumption by age 26, John Keats was one of the greatest English Romantic poets. During his brief life, he composed many poems and odes that are considered among the finest and most passionate ever written. Lush, sensuous, rhythmic, and surprising, they captivate the senses and fascinate the mind.

Send us a textStep into the enchanting world of romantic love as depicted by John Keats in his poignant ballad 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' With us as your guides, you'll traverse the emotional landscape of love and loss, unearth the dual nature of love, and witness the power of romantic love that transcends even death itself. Can you imagine being so consumed by love that you find yourself in a state of bliss yet despair? Well, prepare to step into the shoes of a knight, as we dissect Keats' literary masterpiece, stanza by stanza, and unveil the paradox of love - its capacity to bring both joy ...

I unleashed a new song introduction called 'Winter's Kiss, Winter Fang' #vampire #horror #horrorcommunity #medieval #knight #horrorstory #horror #horrorstories 'She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gaz'd and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes So kiss'd to sleep. And there we slumber'd on the moss, And there I dream'd, ah woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side.' --John Keats (La Belle Dame Sans Merci) https://youtube.com/@dwellerofthedark?sub_confirmation=1 https://youtu.be/Zbxkhjlu_Cs https://youtu.be/Ozx8wHFJ0FI https://youtube.com/shorts/...