You've run the gauntlet,
The page dripped its course
Now all lies in wait,
Your softest reward
You've braved every peril
And hammered the stone
And driven each spike
With diligent force
You planned for each pitfall
And watched every night fall
And longed every day
For what resembled recourse
And now time is coming
An end to your running
An end to this guessing
This prophetic lore
To a pirate, his sea
And a bandit his mead
And to any man,
The love he is for
Your beauty hurriedly waiting,
Silence pleading and begging,
Sitting patiently bating
Far from broken shores
The end is behind you
You've done what you've meant to
Now go rest your head
On your lover, Lenore
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 6:59 AM UTC
You've run the gauntlet,
The page dripped its course
Now all lies in wait,
Your softest reward
You've braved every peril
And hammered the stone
And driven each spike
With diligent force
You planned for each pitfall
And watched every night fall
And longed every day
For what resembled recourse
And now time is coming
An end to your running
An end to this guessing
This prophetic lore
To a pirate, his sea
And a bandit his mead
And to any man,
The love he is for
Your beauty hurriedly waiting,
Silence pleading and begging,
Sitting patiently bating
Far from broken shores
The end is behind you
You've done what you've meant to
Now go rest your head
On your lover, Lenore
I'll sing you to sleep, if you'll have it.
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