(Aahh, look at all the lonely people) [Edgar Allan Poe] From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen (All the lonely people) As others saw; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. [Lady Poetic] Melancholy binds me, shamans prophesized me Purple lightning blinds me, written words jeopardize me Find me in the deepest valley on the midnight riding Revered as it nears, the steepest cliffs siding With the thrashing of the wind, the raven only knows And tells not a soul, freeing me from my repose And the prose had enclosed only what I could disclose To focus on the closest moment, or what I'd suppose Lady Poe and Mr. Poe wine and dine with Eleanor Cheers to all that's coming near and what was once before So appears said the moon as it sears the midnight's moors Forcing us to flee as we implore the mountain's lore Adorned in garments sewn by peasants, scented by the sage Grown by morning's gentle breath and sunlight's subtle gaze Grasping onto papers, armed with nightfall's labyrinthed maze I slipped upon the beating march and watched you turn the page (All the lonely people) [Edgar Allan Poe] I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: [Lady Poetic] Still the chill resonating down my spine, intertwined Blessed be the sinner, who could win her, heart, sound in mind Mindful of the glowing embers, presented by eagle's eyes Sharper than than the twisted tongues, exhalted in this final prime Crunching of the leaves, bronzed and red beneath the hooves Of mares who dare to enter lairs with graceful, silent moves Brooding over possibilities though misconstrued Mystery itself reveals in time, in layered grooves Wooed by autumn's golden kiss and moonlight's blazing stare Passion glowed as diamonds in a veil of frozen air Blanketing the earth in tones of silver, perfect, pale and bare Sorrow sought itself within me, times which couldn't be there Fair like maidens, milk and honey, Land of Faraway Cast like shades of weeping willows, tranquil in it's sway Beyond the grave, periphery of demons caught my eye Clouds shall part, upon display – Sir Poe, Eleanor and I (All the lonely people) [Edgar Allan Poe] From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form When the rest of Heaven was blue Of a demon in my view.

(Aahh, look at all the lonely people) [Edgar Allan Poe] From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not awaken (All the lonely people) My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. (All the lonely people) I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken my sorrow; Then- in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: (All the lonely people) From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form When the rest of Heaven was blue Of a demon in my view.

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