Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. ~John Donne
Florian's journal is heavily warded, and breaking the wards upon it would activate a number of elegant family curses (unless, of course, you happen to be one of Florian's parents). Through the magic of the internet, you can read this journal in English; but Florian keeps his journal largely in French and Italian.
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This is a character journal for lightning_war. Florian Leffoy is not a real person. Icons are of Max Pirkis and have been credited to their makers on the allpics.bml page. Out of character commenting has been disabled. If you have comments or feedback for the writer, please join lightningwatch and chat with us.
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