Hope of Thee (the Zombie Remix)
Author:
beatrice_otter
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Words: 1877
Remix of: Watching Stars by
cosmic_llin
Characters: Lwaxana, Deanna, and Kestra Troi.
AN: This fic is AU for the season 7 episode "Dark Page," in which Counselor Troi finds out she had an older sister named Kestra who died when Deanna was a baby.
Summary: Don’t worry, Mother. You’ll never be alone. I’ll make sure of that.
Hope of Thee (the Zombie Remix)
( Daddy's coming home tomorrow, Kestra said. )
On My First Son
Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
Oh, could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon ’scaped world’s and flesh’s rage,
And if no other misery, yet age!
Rest in soft peace, and asked, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much.
Author:
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Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Words: 1877
Remix of: Watching Stars by
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Characters: Lwaxana, Deanna, and Kestra Troi.
AN: This fic is AU for the season 7 episode "Dark Page," in which Counselor Troi finds out she had an older sister named Kestra who died when Deanna was a baby.
Summary: Don’t worry, Mother. You’ll never be alone. I’ll make sure of that.
Hope of Thee (the Zombie Remix)
( Daddy's coming home tomorrow, Kestra said. )
On My First Son
Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
Oh, could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon ’scaped world’s and flesh’s rage,
And if no other misery, yet age!
Rest in soft peace, and asked, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much.