Do not shudder,
Melancholy friend,
For though midnight, blackness,
And forest lonely
Make a spirit howl in bitter worship of
What
If
Dawn
Goes
Screaming
Down
Through
The
Silent
Never!?
Some strange storm of the Death White moon;
You are an enormous echo
Of the heartbeat of all men,
Which, with all the raw pounding of a whisper,
Screams, "NEVERMORE!"
And stills the storm in the shadow.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
Do not shudder,
Melancholy friend,
For though midnight, blackness,
And forest lonely
Make a spirit howl in bitter worship of
What
If
Dawn
Goes
Screaming
Down
Through
The
Silent
Never!?
Some strange storm of the Death White moon;
You are an enormous echo
Of the heartbeat of all men,
Which, with all the raw pounding of a whisper,
Screams, "NEVERMORE!"
And stills the storm in the shadow.
Originally written with magnetic poetry.
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