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"Elenore" Written by Iris R
"The Raven"
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Tis some visiter, I muttered, tapping
at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more.
Edgar Allan Poe
And I wept, I wept, I wept for me
I went back to my volume of forgotten midwifes lore
Left them there on the soft cushioned floor,
So weary was I under soft covers I did creep
Into slumber I fell in deep
An eerie silence embarked my chamber
Except for the ragged breathing air turning into vapor
Faint Inside the chilling blanket of the smog
My senses were slowly getting lost into a strange fog
Deep in my mind visions demanded I wake
I had to arise for my souls sake
Evil was lurking outside my gate doors
As witches brewed and brooms they did soar
Zombie and vampire crawled out of unholy tomb
Werewolf to a gory feed prepared under a full moon
In nightmares delirium in strange tongues I did speak
From afar I heard a voice uttering Hurry, she is growing
week
If her soul alive we are to keep, we mustnt wait any longer
Get the midwife to attend to the birth of my daughter!
Suddenly there was a gentle tapping, a rapping and then a loud
banging
The window swept open as I heard flapping
Things started to tumble and fall on my cushioned floor
As fresh air started flowing in, aghast I fled and opened icy,
heavy gate doors
I heard the stomping of horses hooves
The howling of angry wolves
The flapping of a ravens feathered wings
Get in, get in, a message from the master this bird brings!
Wide awake by now I did what I was told
Waiting for my dire fate to unfold
I cowered in the carriages floor
The raven shrieking Nevermore, Nevermore!
Hooves flying not touching ground
Above away from the nights curdling sounds
Deeper into where terror bounds
Where insanity takes hold and there is no turning around
The stench of an old house of haunting and crumbling
Shadows and creepy noises in my senses were tumbling
And there took hold visions of horrors old
Waves of nausea and swooning just rolled and rolled
Judges and lifeless specters vanished gently into the nothingness
of illusion
Trembling I asked for forgiveness for my repulsive intrusion.
A gentle tapping, a rapping on a far hallway door
Who opens the door? Tis no other than Nevermore!!
Chills and shivers ran down my spine
As I whined and whined in this dark tale of mine
Imprisoned in this house of old
Where innocents were tortured in legends told
Icy fingers up and down my spine shoved me from the back
Hurry midwife, tis time we lack!
I didnt see who it was, he didnt care to show his
face
As he took me to where the birth was taking place
Oh, she was lovely this woman with her face so pale
I knew her last breath she would soon exhale
She managed these words, Please take care of my child
Dont let her father take her, hear his laugh; his mind has
gone wild!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I wept weak and weary,
For a specter from the grave, one of great beauty
One with no name had birthed a flower unfurled
I rejoiced with this new life; a girl
.
There was an unruly tapping and a rapping at the door
And as it opened I heard with an unholy laugh Her name is
Elenore!.
And I wept, I wept, I wept for me
Every night there was a tapping a rapping at the door
Its time for your bedtime story Elenore
At an age that was so young and tender
Poes were the only stories he ever read to her
In the darkness we sensed a feeding of our fear
Upon us ghoulish eyes and a wicked sneer
And every night as he left and closed that door
Nightmares had us trembling in corners of the bedroom floor
Elenore so young, Elenore so small
Theres writing with blood on the wall
Shes waiting, waiting for the tapping of the bedroom door.
Tis you who taps and raps at my door, tis you Leonor?
But she is always answered Nevermore, Nevermore
Ghouls, bats and hoofs of horses amidst a mindless dream
Hear Elenores shrilling laugh and hear her mad screams
And I wept, I wept and I wept for me
In my frenzied state I cried, "Show yourself, father of
this child
Dont you know that of fright our minds have gone wild?
Suddenly his voice I heard,
As in a ghostly whisper he assured
I am coming, midwife dear,
Yes, tis true Im very near.
Elenore, come to my embrace, your Dad is here
And I wept, I wept, I wept for me
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