Within a dream I stood peering, into the darkness blank and fearing, Wondering what thought might slip inside my feeble mind so ill. Stood with a discerning yearning, for the cinders to start burning. Turning for a moment here, to feel the winds contrasting chill. I stare into the glowing still. While I watched the fire fading, suspended near the view of hating, The same lambent flame I felt within me still, until. Suddenly the sky was overcast, by vast darkening clouds so fast, That they had already past, and had lulled to sleep the shrill, Hissing coals from swirling blazes, dying here and truly Œtwill, Amaze me of what it hath kill. Utterly it had befell, upon the eve of burning hell As feathery winds like wispy dreams, intoxicates my thinking still. It overcame and sense erased, the pensive mood that I had faced, Unlocking malice from embrace, within it¹s darkest domicile. Faltering for I had doubt, about the evil I had thought of still. Yet I kept it burning still. And the horrid darkest ash, terrified me of the past, As wretched fires danced sadistic shadows Œpon my heal. So to calm the quake internal, beating of my heart diurnal, From the fiery blaze infernal, now crawling as if volatile. Creeping nearer to me still. I froze so terrified from fear, that no longer could I hear, the crackling fire drawing close, closer to me still. Yet now only do I seem, to think that it is all a dream, A nightmare just a ghastly dream, of which I am not sure of still. Horrific dreams I cannot kill.
Reason for writing:
fire fills me with the utter most rage and desire. i love Edgar Allen Poe's work so i made this sound like his poem the "Raven".
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