u/takeme2moon

I remember very specifically that I heard the song playing for a few seconds in a movie, but I cannot recall the movie for the life of me. Worse yet, I've been doing research and it feels like the internet has been gaslighting me because none of the answers were movies I've seen: Not Shallow Hal, not Castle, or even Heartbreakers. The gap in my memory is driving me crazy. Does anyone know any other movie?

Vet here, and I would love to see the Treasures of the Pharaoh exhibition but the 40 bucks cost is outside of my budget. Just trying to get some information. Thank you in advance!

A tale that wrapped around a cove,

Hung by a nail, hung by a nail.

Frail o' widow, hung by the sea.

Oh, how she wailed. Oh, how she wailed.

Stiff were her hands; tightened, her noose.

Right by the sea, right by the sea. 

Banquet of crows, gawking, squawking,

All 'round her feet, all 'round her feet. 

.

Green eyes she had, nevermore wept,

Watching the sea, watching the sea.

Red hair that streaked atop a breeze,

Flowed as she swung, flowed as she swung.

A pale white dress, tattered and caked,

Drooped as she hung, drooped as she hung.

A lone church bell, tolling for whom,

Far from her cliff, far from her cliff.

.

High on the hill, over the town,

One lone tower, a lone brass bell.

Two rows of pews, creaking and wet.

One lone candle, a lone child wept.

Graven shadows. Hovering saints.

There was no priest, there was no priest.

O' Lord above, your justice served,

All life be saved, no life be safe.

.

The widow's blood boiled as the waves,

Crashing the shore, never an end.

Not like my ink, cold as it dried,

Not like the soul, that could be wrenched.

A parchment creased, a sentence passed,

A jury, deaf; a life was marked.

A serpent snapped; an innocent thrashed.

Unknown to them, her seething wrath.

.

My fearful words, wrapped on this quill;

Watching from there, atop the hill.

Drawn from the deep, she woke at last,

Freed from her flesh, freed from her past.

The lone brass bell began to toll,

A heavy tone, a heavy tone.

The tale that snapped a woman's throat,

Returned in pale and baleful coat.

.

Thundering brass, a demon's march,

The banshees struck their vengeful harps.

My trembling heart, my fearful heart,

I prayed it would not beat its last.

No joy was left, no life was spared.

Watch how they ran. Oh, how they ran.

A grave was dug, for whom, for whom,

A town that stood, no more, no more.

...

A tale was told about a town.

Burned by a nail, burned by a nail.

Frail o' widow, came from the sea,

Oh, how they wailed. Oh, how they wailed.

Stiff were her hands; tightened, their ropes.

With each swift stroke, sinners she smote.

The tale that wrapped around her head,

Had dragged them down to join the dead.

---
PKDPDK

A tale that wrapped around a cove,

Hung by a nail, hung by a nail.

Frail o' widow, hung by the sea.

Oh, how she wailed. Oh, how she wailed.

Stiff were her hands; tightened, her noose.

Right by the sea, right by the sea. 

Banquet of crows, gawking, squawking,

All 'round her feet, all 'round her feet. 

.

Green eyes she had, nevermore wept,

Watching the sea, watching the sea.

Red hair that streaked atop a breeze,

Flowed as she swung, flowed as she swung.

A pale white dress, tattered and caked,

Drooped as she hung, drooped as she hung.

A lone church bell, tolling for whom,

Far from her cliff, far from her cliff.

.

High on the hill, over the town,

One lone tower, a lone brass bell.

Two rows of pews, creaking and wet.

One lone candle, a lone child wept.

Graven shadows. Hovering saints.

There was no priest, there was no priest.

O' Lord above, your justice served,

All life be saved, no life be safe.

.

The widow's blood boiled as the waves,

Crashing the shore, never an end.

Not like my ink, cold as it dried,

Not like the soul, that could be wrenched.

A parchment creased, a sentence passed,

A jury, deaf; a life was marked.

A serpent snapped; an innocent thrashed.

Unknown to them, her seething wrath.

.

My fearful words, wrapped on this quill;

Watching from there, atop the hill.

Drawn from the deep, she woke at last,

Freed from her flesh, freed from her past.

The lone brass bell began to toll,

A heavy tone, a heavy tone.

The tale that snapped a woman's throat,

Returned in pale and baleful coat.

.

Thundering brass, a demon's march,

The banshees struck their vengeful harps.

My trembling heart, my fearful heart,

I prayed it would not beat its last.

No joy was left, no life was spared.

Watch how they ran. Oh, how they ran.

A grave was dug, for whom, for whom,

A town that stood, no more, no more.

...

A tale was told about a town.

Burned by a nail, burned by a nail.

Frail o' widow, came from the sea,

Oh, how they wailed. Oh, how they wailed.

Stiff were her hands; tightened, their ropes.

With each swift stroke, sinners she smote.

The tale that wrapped around her head,

Had dragged them down to join the dead.

---
PKDPDK

When the blood flows,
The body slows.
When the body slows,
Sleepiness grows.
The mind then knows,
"Time to sleep."

Hello, fellow CK maniacs!

I am trying to figure out what armor pieces (or anything else) salvage to Jungle Emeralds. I am aware that the lily pad armor pieces no longer do that, taken out a few patches ago.

The thing is, and strangely enough, the desert set pieces that you get from breaking flowers and plants in the Desert still salvage to rubies! And so I have to believe that there exist other armor set pieces that break down to Jungle Emeralds. >> Same questions for Ocean Sapphires.<<

Thank you in advance!

Had this dream sometime last year, and it was one of the most vivid ones I'd had in a long time at that time. I am today years old when I learned this subreddit existed, though.

The dream started out with me in a poorly lit room, one of those typical college art classrooms. I was in a paint class of sorts, and I could see glimpses of other students doing their own things. Me? I was staring at my own messy canvas, which did not seem like anything specific at first. Out of nowhere, someone came up from behind me, whom I assumed to be the one leading the class, and asked, "what is that you're painting?"

My answer came out of me in a disturbingly plain, calm, and detached tone: Oh, these are a type of demon called the hungry ones-- tiny critters that were cursed with endless hunger and would devour anything in their path if allowed. As I was saying all that, I glanced at the canvas and saw that the messy chaos from earlier had now morphed into a rough painting of a group of three sea-urchin-looking things at the center, presenting with a sickly color palette, nauseating even.

The scene then "fast-forwarded" to what looked like a distant view of some kind of cavern; I might even venture to guess subterranean in nature from its claustrophobic nature and dark brown-red-hued environment. Just as I began to wonder where I was, a visibly large area, still in the distance, lit up, showing what looked like the Hollywood-Bowl-shaped amphitheater, complete with concentric semi-circles of wide stair steps radiating outward with the "stage" at the center. I then made out dots of shadows -- dark silhouettes subtly moving and occupying those stair steps.

I quickly realized that those shadows were of people bowing deeply on the grounds: face down, arms stretching out in front of their heads.

And before I could process what I was seeing, I was "pulled" right into the crowd and found myself prostrating right among them. The confusion was mild but palpable.

Next, I felt a sharp prick on the right side of my neck, the kind of pain you would get from a fishhook or a curved stitching needle going right through superficial upper layers of flesh. I turned my head to find a massive black insect standing right next to me; its height was by no means inferior to a standing full-grown adult, perhaps even taller.

This creature was completely unadorned and bare, with the stereotypical chitin-like carapace the color of polished obsidian, pitch-black, except for the front of its chest, midsection, and abdomen, which were a soft, yielding, membrane-like flesh the color of nauseating, sickly yellow with subtle green dots. It had eyes that were similarly yellow and not unlike the typical bug eyes one would see on a regular insect, actively questing antennae, and twitching, restless mandibles.

I did not have much time to marvel at the creature's existence before it "spoke" to me-- or perhaps the more accurate expression would be that it spoke AT me. And speaking is an exaggeration on my end, because not once did the creature look at me, nor did its mouth move in any way that would suggest to a reasonable person some form of speech was being rendered. More importantly, the voice manifested in my head rather than coming through my ears.

It said, in a passionless, disinterested, cold, and calm tone, the sound of which carried a quality akin to a bell toll:

"You have been judged."

Stranger than the fact that a human-sized mantis-like creature had just spoken to me telepathically was the fact that I knew, intimately and beyond a shadow of a doubt, as if I had always known, it was not referring to me specifically when it used the term "you."

In fact, my guts told me that the message was more for me to pass on rather than to internalize.

I think I woke up after that.

I felt confused and highly disturbed. So disturbed, in fact, that I still have vivid images of that dream in my head now as I write this post.

And yet it was only one of a series of bizarre dreams that took place shortly before the news of Pope Francis' passing broke-- perhaps completely irrelevant and unrelated, to be fair. BUT before you dismiss me as another tinfoil-munching, bible-thumping, doomsday-heralding nut job, I am not affiliated with any of the Judeo-Christian religious bodies or communities in any way. I was raised mildly Buddhist, but rarely even practiced. I grew up tremendously skeptical, with a low tolerance for bullshit and conspiracy theories... until last year.

This is me self-therapying because finding this subreddit felt like being seen.

Thank you for reading.