The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
    Of that waste place with joy
    Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
    The warble was low, and full and clear; ...
    But anon her awful jubilant voice,
    With a music strange and manifold,
    Flow’d forth on a carol free and bold;
    As when a mighty people rejoice
    With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold...

    Alfred Tennyson

 This outfit is inspired by the Black Swan and not exactly in theme with the Elements as most of the Swan Song creations. The Black Swan sim will be gone in a near future and this might be one of the last oportunities to visit and to photograph this beautiful sim.

When I first began playing Second Life, the most exciting thing about the world was my ability to fly. I soon realized that people made wings -- not to help me fly, but to add to the illusion of it. I found dark feathers and bright ones, leaf-like and bat like, huge and sternly arched or small and delicately boned. Apparently I wasn't the only one fixated with flying in Second Life, there is a huge culture of winged beings in the world, and the people that adorn them.

I have met Benedix Leavenworth as he was searching for these Broken Seraph Wings. As he looked the gothic model god I have asked him to pose with me to show you a selection from the Crimson Shadow store.

- Broken Seraph Wings -

SL is the place to have wings and there some really gorgeous ones around. I really like these broken, blood dripping ones. Ahhh! I forgot as you click on them it verses Vampire poems - really romantic. As you fly they flip open quite graciefully shedding some feathers and blood. The bones and the feathers are beautifully sculpted tied around together with a bloody old rope.

The wings come in different colors - Black, White and Crimson.Also has only bones and the bat wings version of it all very beautiful.

A word of advice – do not look directly at these pictures. I'm featuring items from the Tunnel of Light in this mash. This much glow could easily burn out your retinas, so find some kind of refracting way to view this post. And then wait whilst I stop giggling at you all trying to see a vampire in a mirror.

Winter saunters into the dressing room and sits down in front of the useless mirror. He picks up the style notes and scans them. Suddenly he freezes, and his eyes open wide. He turns to his typist and snarls "A pixie? You turned me into a PIXIE???"

Yes, I did. I figured it was the best way to display the Batpunk set from Crimson Shadow. You can't keep wearing red and black in these blogposts forever, you know. And you know you like wings.

As much as I enjoy peacocking around the grid in modern human clothes, sometimes I just have to let the bloodsucker out. My fellow Lord Byron knew what it's all about - being mad, bad and dangerous to know. But nowhere in the Vampire handbook - "How To Make Friends and Exsanguinate People" - does it say we have to sacrifice style for washability.

"But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race."