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Post subject: -[{The &(Sybil's)& Diaries: Part One}]- *comments?* Posted: January 7th, 2007, 8:21 pm |
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Joined: 07 June 2005 Posts: 5272 Location: Texas
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"Once Upon a midnight dreary...."
A Hand reaches from a purple curtain, Of what sort I am not certain, I hear the music rise and fall, Atop the organ rising tall, Signaling the rise of the veil, Bringing also a faint wail.
"While I pondered weak and weary...."
Calling forward a dancing horde of the greatest majesty, A hundred mimes keeping time in this play of tragedy, Whirling, whirling, hurrying 'round to the forlorn sounds, Racing, Racing, beginning to bound as the golden king is crowned, They rhyme and exclaim their thoughts and their joys and their forgotten dreams As the conductor proudly beams.
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December...."
Screams of joy and bouts of laughter, Seeming as some ghastly slaughter, The painted faces of the actors, The tools of the play's enactors, A flute sings into the night, Warning of the heroes flight.
"As each seperate ember wrought its dying ghost upon the floor...."
A rustle is heard in the curtains that herd the dark cast to the back wall, It seems to give way under their weight and back they shall fall, "Stop this!" I cried into the solemn air, No one to hear in red velvet seats as I was alone there, The phantom troop stood high and stopped the doom that seemed nigh, Smiling their smiles and performing their whiles from up on high.
"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore'...."
A flash and a light that beams lonely down, Highlighting the image of a gold crown, The diadem is given unto the one of heaven, His head downcast and great moment passed, The court was assembled, And the world then trembled.
"Take thy beak from my heart and thy form from off my door!...."
It began to slow down with the conductors frown, The anonymous hand stretching to signal the down, That great mimic troop came to rest and to stoop, They all leaving in perfect order, Crossing back through nights cold border, The curtain came rushing down, Torn satin forcing me to flee 'round.
Last edited by Witch_King_of_Angmar on January 15th, 2007, 4:03 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Post subject: Posted: January 15th, 2007, 4:03 pm |
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Joined: 07 June 2005 Posts: 5272 Location: Texas
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Post subject: Posted: January 15th, 2007, 6:09 pm |
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Joined: 11 November 2006 Posts: 73 Location: Beneath the old dusty grand piano above the violin shop
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HOLY SMOKES!!!!!! What a way to write with Edgar Allen Poe!!! That was really good, er.. Witch King!! (dunno what else to call you)
That's such a cool idea to elaborate on such a wonderful poem. Great job! Are you going to try the whole thing or just that part?
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As man, He fled from the stones; but woe to those from whose stony hearts God has fled.~St. Augustine
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Post subject: Posted: January 15th, 2007, 8:56 pm |
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Joined: 07 June 2005 Posts: 5272 Location: Texas
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The Raven is too long to be completely treated as such. I may do more of it though.
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Post subject: Posted: January 16th, 2007, 8:20 pm |
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Joined: 11 November 2006 Posts: 73 Location: Beneath the old dusty grand piano above the violin shop
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Very true.
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Post subject: Posted: January 20th, 2007, 12:21 am |
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Joined: 07 June 2005 Posts: 5272 Location: Texas
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I'm getting around to some of the rest of the poem, may be a couple of days.
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Post subject: Posted: January 21st, 2007, 1:49 pm |
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oh wow Witchy, thats not bad, you have a talent
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Post subject: Posted: January 21st, 2007, 11:17 pm |
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Joined: 11 November 2006 Posts: 73 Location: Beneath the old dusty grand piano above the violin shop
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WITCHY???? LOL! That's good!
I'm looking forward to reading the rest, by the way. 
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