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Post by luscious on Jan 24, 2005 11:11:40 GMT -5
-Ode of Poe
(-ode, suffix resembling; having the nature of)
As I read your poem so dreary, saw your soul weak and weary I felt a stirring, oh, so, clearly, as if you and I were more More than anyone that came before
Ah, distinctly I remember, your words of December Striking up a sudden ember, in my mind to explore If the meaning of your ‘morrows’ were the past that I borrowed In our shared and weeping sorrow of a rare and radiant maiden Lost here for evermore
And the silken saddened searching of the shadows that are lurking Sends my humble heart to shirking as if suddenly, repeatedly Your pain forever entreating me, to suffer as you suffered ‘evermore’ Which came so long, so very long before
As my morbid meditation sprouted stronger, I wondered then no longer Of the thoughts I seem to ponder, I knew your gothic pen was rapping Was very faintly tapping at my souls open door, entering there, Found darkness, nothing more
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing And the silence it was broken, whispered words were softly spoken With an earthy eerie echo, as if severed from hearts core, simply said “Poe, Dwelling here for evermore”
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Feb 17, 2005 22:07:49 GMT -5
Poe was a great, and so is this
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