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Somber the bells on high do ring!
Ghastly the voices of graveyards sing!
A night? A fright? Nay an eve,
What a sight! Faint hearts grieve,
O'er the lost unhappy days,
Whence embraced by sun's warm rays,
T'were the fools whom daylight shun,
And in moonshadows now do run.
Shuffle off your mortal coil,
Tis a dance to end all toil,
Neath the star-lit, full moon sky,
Watch as thy soul away doth fly,
And in drawing that last breath,
Utter final words in death,
Now ever to haunt those left behind,
Who look about and yet are blind.
Glassy eyes, neath heartless skies,
Absence of vital pulse denies,
The hand of light, which life would stir,
In these bones dead and interred,
Till one night out of the year,
Nay! An Eve! An eve of fear!
Whence memory's dead are seen in glance,
And in the graveyard skeletons dance.
- by Alfonse-Maldrant |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/03/2008 |
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- djkid1456 - 11/09/2008
- pretty damn goood!
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- Siren Silence - 11/03/2008
- From reading this, I can't help but wonder if you're a Poe fan. It definitely has a "Conqueror Worm"-like feel to it. (Which is a good this, as it's one of my favorite poems.)
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- Alfonse-Maldrant - 11/03/2008
- NOTE: In reference to the lines, "Shuffle off your mortal coil, Tis a dance to end all toil," The reason I refer to shuffling off the mortal coil as a dance is part of an inside joke that I'll invite you in on. I was talking about the undead being zombies and was told that was politically incorrect. I said, "But they've shuffled off this mortal coil haven't they?" To which I was replied, "Exactly they aren't undead or zombies they're simply tired because they've been dancing.(a reference to a
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