Thought for the Day

[bcholmes]

Her lips were red, her looks were free, 
Her locks were yellow as gold: 
Her skin was as white as leprosy, 
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, 
Who thicks man’s blood with cold. 

— “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Mirrored from Under the Beret.