The Raven By Edgar Allan PoeOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door --
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
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woke up in the dark
no light at all
not even a spark
begging for mercy
let me out of this prison
it's so hard to breathe
torn out hair
this isn't fair!
Can't you hear me?
I'm still here!
my darkest fear
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bounced off the whitewashed walls of my
And shook me from my resting-
And stole my soul back into the world-
the rest of the lonely dreaming world-
of trouble; chore; of melancholy burden bore.
I paced the floor to and frow;
my heavy awkward steps
slightly out of sync.
My oafish unfacile feet-
my entire body!-
wanted and wished
with the dancing shadows.
To twirl in adept unison
with the tinkling of footfalls
lightly treading upon the tufted floor.
However, my timing was as raw as my talent.
And as for my balance-
Could not be ignored.
And so I weaved ‘round the black withering forms.
Profound finesse: a fake façade I wore
whilst my lower limbs quivered and quaked,
and to my knees-
I hit the floor.
With faltering fiery flame;
I accomplished poise
upon fluctuating knees:
on the blanched floor.
My will to rise aga