I awoke to a dream
In the middle of my sleep
On a dark and stormy night
I could hear the wind
Whistling at the corners
Of the cold window pain
I turned my head to the side
As I opened my sleepy eyes
It was then I had realized
By way some were dressed
When my eyes were focused
I awoken in some other time
Looking around I realized
That a party was going on
In some abandon mansion
With the smell of *****
Lingering in the bedroom
It was like a Jane Austin novel
During romantic poetry period
And I had even recognized
Some faces that I had seen
Percy Shelly had been there
William Blake Blake also
Toking upon some kind of pipe
Filling a lamp with some oil
Writing poetry upon a table
and looking up I had recoiled
when I had seen Mary Shelly
And her Frankenstein lover
Waltzing in the high wood tower
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May 29, 2026 at 10:17 PM UTC
I awoke to a dream
In the middle of my sleep
On a dark and stormy night
I could hear the wind
Whistling at the corners
Of the cold window pain
I turned my head to the side
As I opened my sleepy eyes
It was then I had realized
By way some were dressed
When my eyes were focused
I awoken in some other time
Looking around I realized
That a party was going on
In some abandon mansion
With the smell of *****
Lingering in the bedroom
It was like a Jane Austin novel
During romantic poetry period
And I had even recognized
Some faces that I had seen
Percy Shelly had been there
William Blake Blake also
Toking upon some kind of pipe
Filling a lamp with some oil
Writing poetry upon a table
and looking up I had recoiled
when I had seen Mary Shelly
And her Frankenstein lover
Waltzing in the high wood tower