Wretch, wretched
Whether tempests a thousand tossed thee ashore
In this a garden by Horrors charm'd
Upon a midnight dreary
Bleak the moment

"And each separate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon those hellish dirges…"

Wish the morrow
Silken in the rustling of a purple fire
Darkness there and nothing more
Pelagic terrors unfelt held by the pyre
Peering
Fearing
Charm'd throes of Horror
And the stillness gave no token

Flung the chrysalid craven
In Night's Plutonian shore
Perched the dirges of life's burden
Much marvelled chrysalid
Flung

Upon a midnight dreary
Across the garden of Hell
Ill angels only climed that lieth
Wild
Weird and ghastly sublime

By a route obscure and lonely
To reign upright the dim
Oh jewels the halo of Hell
Dying solace desire that fire of fire

"Revel madly thine craving flower
Chime the morphosis craven chrysalis…"

Triumphantly came the touch of Hell
Inate fire
Alas
'twas incensed pyre
Morphing chrysalis craven to conspire
To mantle the thrown pedestral of Horror