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[title] => A Meeting at Twelve
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[bodytext] => "A Meeting at Twelve" As I layed inside my darkened room I knew the mid-night bells would harken soon I peered deep into my bedside mirr'r and quickly, soon, was I filled with fear For I saw a man who wasn't there As the rain began to tap with care He didn't speak, nor did he move, but only stared And deep into his fiery eyes I layed ensnared "Leave me be spectre of my mind, remove yourself and your presence un-kind!" This I began to shout, I began to say But he only smiled in a grimly way that made my lonliness yet more alone And turned this room into a catacomb It terrified my darkest fears And then he whispered in my ears "Look above to the falling sky and see your hope is signified. Watch it fall and break apart, it's broken more than your fragile heart. And now your cursed when you lie in bed, all you'll see is the Lady in Red and next to her an un-aware man who wouldn't even stretch out his hand." Then I responded in the one way I knew, "what, child of darkness, what must I do? And when shall the twins that live deep within fuse into one and let destruction end?" I wasn't sure if my words he heard But then he pointed to a deathly bird And spoke the word of "nevermore" The word that broke me forevermore "Oh cursed shadow of the night! Bringer of Chaos so empty of light! You break my heart then break it more with that lonesome word of 'nevermore!' Remove from here your enmity, remove the lies you speak to me!" "I have spoken and you have heard" This he said as he pointed to the darkened bird "Creature of the moon, forshadower of torment, away with yourself and your devilish glint! Take your leave of my mind and thoughts and leave me here no more distrought!" He vanished then without a trace And I felt the sorrows stream down my face "Cursed silence, formidable 'mares, futile dwelling, oh well of despair! On this night death hath come, though not to take my earthly breath But rather to make my earthly breath much worse than death! But now the day is about to dawn and just as death hath come and gone So will I, under these shadows moonlight casts, take my leave and take it fast." No sooner then were these words spoken was I upon the floor and broken "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!"* *From Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven" [comments] => 3 [counter] => 276 [topic] => 13 [informant] => asthenia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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