| Always loved this. |
The Raven by Edgar Allen PoeThe RavenThe Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
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."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to bo
| I'm Phoebe Stone *yes my real name* and my friend abandoned this deviant art and let me have it so there ya go. I'm more of a poet than anything. I can't really draw. I do weird stuff with markers. |
Fuck the world
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