Meet
the arch priest of gothic horror
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor
Wretch, I cried, thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!
Quoth the raven Nevermore.
Prophet!said I, thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Temptersent, or whethertempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Quoth the raven Nevermore.
from The Raven
Hear the sledges with thebells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
from The Bells
An outcasts travelling thoughts fill the night
THE RETURN
An ANSi creation by
LOrD
HeAleR
The Dark Inside The Night
Special thanx to VOiCE for some shading.
A B L A C K M A i D E N P R O D U C T I O N 9
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Now fall into the pit...
Are you damned in hell?!