Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Watches of the Night

Usher from deep Neptunian mist
Dank and bewebbed corpses darkened,
Beckon their shades, their spirits list
Therefore may we their epitaphs hearken,

Days of yore, night long forgotten
Midnight oil burning in a pen,
Bequeath golden quill and fountain
So lyrical genius rides again,

Unlatch the bolt from the chamber door
Whose secret key only poets hold,
Then dare bid us to the hearth to implore
Of ayres penned in madness, never told...

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