Post by luscious on Jan 24, 2005 10:51:02 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,
Finding 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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(-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,
Finding 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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