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And i sat beside your grave on a
dark stormy night, cold and alone...



"For whom does the bells toll Mr. Poe"



Deep down I knew you wouldnt answer
(Even if you were alive today)
You would probably say that I already knew

I close my eyes



"Yes...Yes I do know"



It was not me who opened my eyes

I was not myself anymore

the turbulency of the bells ringing against my soul
Moaning and groaning and groaning and moaning



"The bells toll for you and me"



"For everybody"



Like loving and losing your own Annabel Lee

And my manacles ring ring ring
like the bells you bring

I am a prisoner in a pocket
Jingling-jangling with skeletons and lockets

Trapped in the runic rhyming of time
Not trusting anymore the powers divine

I am trying...
I am escaping...




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On Sunday September 30th, 2007, ShardsofSilence (325) writes:
I read it. Then re-read it. Then read it again. It still hasn't lost its effect. Very well done, I greatly enjoyed reading it.


On Sunday September 30th, 2007, glasshouse (771) writes:
This was resounding. Certainly worth reading and rereading. I even stopped watching the game for a minute to read this one. haha. Well done, I really enjoyed reading this. --Jes


On Sunday September 30th, 2007, Clementine (153) writes:
finally some very original stuff. It felt very pieced together


On Saturday March 3rd, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1101) writes:
"Like loving and losing your own Annabel Lee" (In her sepulchre there by the sea). I love the Edgar Allan tintinnabulation, in your Poe-esque bells; the subtle chilling ring. And even w/out the mention of the repeating name Humbert Humbert, in the...


On Tuesday June 26th, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1101) writes:
..."Moaning and groaning and groaning and moaning" pulsations, the rhythms the image is still felt; still there. I love the last two lines: reminds me of Beckett's "Waitig For Godot". Well done.


On Tuesday January 30th, 2007, Instant Insanity (727) writes:
Damn Tetch your such a good poet. What happened to you? ][ ][


On Saturday February 17th, 2007, Instant Insanity (727) writes:
where did u go


On Friday November 24th, 2006, TaintedButterfly (1021) writes:
Tetch you are one amazing young man.... this was brilliant! Julia~


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, nell (327) writes:
heheh i just read lolita for class, this was fun;)


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2401) writes:
a mish mash of great poe-esque tomfoolery....runic rhyming and raven nibbling; haunted like Poe's quivering eye....love this sinister piece


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, dying angel (1307) writes:
OoOo this was very haunting...and dark. i loved the opening stanza


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, Gold Dust Woman (172) writes:
i could almost taste this.. i enjoyed reading it as well. well written!


On Thursday November 23rd, 2006, Grim_Sorrow (87) writes:
hmm, intriguing write. I enjoyed it, well done.



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