Ravenwolfvoyage
02-16-2004, 11:07 PM
This was a dedication to "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe.
EDGAR ALLEN POE
(January 19, 1809-October 7, 1849)
Lonesome tattered toiled and troubled,
The wingeth creature sift through the cuddled rubble.
Tatter tatter, tatter to the harkening of its wings,
My ears heed to the bellow of some kind of feasting king
Revived from a drunken slumber by a wingeth forsaker,
My eyes give recognition to the cemeteries resident caretaker.
Running for a nebulous crypt in banquet awaiting its last prize
The grounds color in crimson from a running mans hide!
Running, tumbling, stumbling in a weakened way,
The caretaker runs amongst the ruins in disarray.
Lonesome tattered toiled and troubled he finds his keep,
In a shallow grave awaiting to collect its bounties reap.
EDGAR ALLEN POE
(January 19, 1809-October 7, 1849)
Lonesome tattered toiled and troubled,
The wingeth creature sift through the cuddled rubble.
Tatter tatter, tatter to the harkening of its wings,
My ears heed to the bellow of some kind of feasting king
Revived from a drunken slumber by a wingeth forsaker,
My eyes give recognition to the cemeteries resident caretaker.
Running for a nebulous crypt in banquet awaiting its last prize
The grounds color in crimson from a running mans hide!
Running, tumbling, stumbling in a weakened way,
The caretaker runs amongst the ruins in disarray.
Lonesome tattered toiled and troubled he finds his keep,
In a shallow grave awaiting to collect its bounties reap.