The breeze—the breath of God—is still—And the mist upon the hill,Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,Is a symbol and a token—How it hangs upon the trees,A mystery of mysteries! “Spirits of the Dead” – Edgar Allan Poe
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse And constantly harass my dearest dead. I am an old boudoir full of withered roses, Where lies a whole litter of old-fashioned dresses, Where...
Did you never see beauty at the moment of suffering,You have never seen beauty.Did you never see joy in a beautiful face,Never have you seen the joy! “The Most Beautiful Revelation” – Friedrich Schiller
You can see herWhenever it rainsFrom Rome to New OrleansDancing on the gravesBurden by the heartShe loves her sunglasses after darkAnd every single day her little life falls apartShe’s out to look so macabre...
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