Adrift into mine ears, there cometh unto me
Ghastly, grim and somber tolling of melancholy vesper
Ardent plunging into ancient tomes of forgotten lore
Proveth vain attempt at distraction from that crestfallen knell
Enveloped once again, as always I be at eventime
By grievous shroud of memory
As it hath been for many a year ere now
Entombed once more be mine aching heart
Within grievous sepulchre of insurmmountable melancholia
Glacial winds buffet me most mightly
Yea. bodily and in heart and spirit alike
Sweetest perfume, oft fondly recalled
Nightly doth it waft unto mine eager nostrils
With each eventime, certain am I to behold her again
Verily, upon each eve, surely do I think to glimpse her
Striding as mine hearts beloved queen
Amongst grey stone records of mine own forebears
Alas, 'tis not so
Nay, time and again, thwarted am I by cruelest trick of fate
Mine hope counteth for naught, each sought glimpse is but illusory
Alas, alas, mine rest be elusive
Faintest tapping, methinks it doth herald late visitation
Nay, naught it be save icy nocturnal breeze
Mated with dread outcry, of eve's avian ebon-feathered denizen
Fabled herald of grimmest tidings
Naught of knowledge might I wrest from him
Neither comfort in his prescence be encountered
Solely stark rememberance doth he bring
Of that which verily I gladly would nevermore recall
Naught of counsel doth he impart
Save solitary utterance
For e'er bereft it seems I shall be
Of sweetest solace of mine beloved
Verily doth mine heart entone empassioned lament
"Lenore.... Lenore, mine sweetest flower
Most ardently do I desire to see once more
Thine most beauteous counteance.
Alas, alas, for from nocturnal Plutonian coast
Hath come this messeger of night
By one decree, endlessly imparted
Hath he hereby seen to it
That all mine hopes be for e'er dashed
Yea, be solitary proclamation
Uttered without cease...
"Nevermore..."
For e'er bereft am I now of recourse
Naught might I do, save to gradually make inexorable departure
From beloved coast of realm christened by humankind as "Sanity"
Deprived of solace by any recollection of sweet past time
Alongside my sweet Lenore
Oh dearest beloved, thine pardon I do heartily beseech
Insufficient was mine ardent treasuring of thee
When though wast as promised at mine own side
Blessed boon of God Almighty, taken oft' for granted
Departed now for evermore
God have mercy on my poor soul
That mine heart's grief, if Thou be willing
Might be for e'er assauged
If it sadly be not so,
Then Thy strength I do implore
That I might bear what must be for e'er faced alone
Forced am I evermore to recall
By ebon-plumed unwanted avian tenant of mine own domicile
Tales of those like unto me
Who afore me each and every one
Hath departed unto madness
And by endless melancholy
Have been for ever gripped, within inescapable vise
Ancient connoisseur of potent spirits
Trapped for evermore for vengeance's sake
Within frigid tomb of brick and mortar
Until longer after his poor mortal heartbeat
Doth make eternal surcease
Yet another, by unhappy fate confronted
Yea, faced with instrument of peerless agony
Deadly grey-hued blade of steel
Drifting with each passage
E'er closer to its mark
Aye, each circuit through dank air above
Like unto ticking of ancient timepiece
Marking each one his final moments
Haughty Prince of ancient time
Oh, Prospero, thou blind and mindless fool
Thinkest thou for to escape inexorable grip of death
By hosting macabre mummer's farce?
Alas, cruel parody of gaiety
Pay ye heed, oh daft Prospero, thou foolish one
Verily one pair there be
That ne'er shall be mocked
God Almighty be one's name
The other be the hand of Death
Oft be be for one and all
Bringer of Divine Judgment.
Flee, flee to each and every chamber
Colored gaily and somberly alike
But no refuge shalt thou find
Nay, for behold, afore thee even now doth he stand
Crimson garbed herald of Justice
Yea, lift ye thine eyes and see
Fallen now be all thine guests, each and every one
And now, at last, thine own time be come upon thee
Oh blind Prospero, within whatever peace thou mayest find
I bid thee now to take thy rest
Tales of these, and many more alike
Must I forever bear within
Noble lineage of Usher, now fallen, yea
Lost for evermore
Roderick, trusted friend
Madeline most fair
Alas, forever must I lament
That ne'er escape did either of ye
That saddest journey upon which I also do embark
Indeed inexorable it be
Descent into madness, mount of melancholy ne'er scaled
And now, like onto thine once grand domicile
Thine lineage be from this blessed world
For evermore erased
Save from mine own memory
To mingle with morbid reminiscence
Of mine own beloved Lenore
With whom I verily would long to share but a moment
Yea, if it be but one last and loving waltz
When I might impart unto her sure knowledge once again
Of mine own everlasting love
Alas, 'tis not to be
For adrift again upon icy winds
Doth it come into mine ears
Solitary decree of despair, echoing sentence of eternal seperation
"Nevermore..."
Dreams within dreams
Sole remnant are they
Of mine existence, all mine grandest moments
Sweet droplets of joy, amidst grief's endless ocean
Hearken, once more doth midnight's hour strike
Always, as ever, above there loometh ebony raven's shadow
Upon each tolling of midnight's vesper
Closer doth mine own heart trudge
Unto its final beating
Aye, raven's shadow doth now provide
Grimmest shade within which I am bidden to rest
Crestfallen rivulets, within mine final moments
Do make ceaseless passage down mine aggreived countenance
As afore, still do I behold above, stately raven
Keeping grave and solemn vigil upon pallid bust of Pallas
E'en now, as breath is drawn from me
Do I behold new reason for grief
Helpless am I, to do aught, but to await
Inescapable touch, of death's grim hand
Yet afore me even now doth stand
Loveliest visage which e'er I did behold
Yea, afore me even now she be
My dearest beloved Lenore
"My own, my treasure, refuge of mine heart
Thine own pardon I do beseech
That ne'er did I sufficiently make known to thee my love
That I indeed took thee for granted,
Thy forgiveness I do now most heartily implore
Alas it grieveth me right sorely,
That now we must forever be thus parted."
Ghostly smile doth now most gently flit
O'er loveliest spectral lips
Bidden am I to rise anew
By tenderest touch of phantasmal hand
Unto flawless alabaster shoulder
Doth night's ebon-plumed messenger make his perch anew
As unto mine beloved's bosom I am most fervently clasped
Aye, from loveliest lips which e'er mine own did touch
There cometh now sweetest intonation
Of that word which afore had been solemn declaration of despair
Yea, rivulets of her own to I behold
Trickling from spectral eyes
As with beauteous smile doth my most precious Lenore intone
In most mellifluous voice which mine own ears
Did e'er have privilidge to hear.....
"Nevermore....."
* = Imspired by Nox Arcana's CD "Shadow of the Raven".
Ghastly, grim and somber tolling of melancholy vesper
Ardent plunging into ancient tomes of forgotten lore
Proveth vain attempt at distraction from that crestfallen knell
Enveloped once again, as always I be at eventime
By grievous shroud of memory
As it hath been for many a year ere now
Entombed once more be mine aching heart
Within grievous sepulchre of insurmmountable melancholia
Glacial winds buffet me most mightly
Yea. bodily and in heart and spirit alike
Sweetest perfume, oft fondly recalled
Nightly doth it waft unto mine eager nostrils
With each eventime, certain am I to behold her again
Verily, upon each eve, surely do I think to glimpse her
Striding as mine hearts beloved queen
Amongst grey stone records of mine own forebears
Alas, 'tis not so
Nay, time and again, thwarted am I by cruelest trick of fate
Mine hope counteth for naught, each sought glimpse is but illusory
Alas, alas, mine rest be elusive
Faintest tapping, methinks it doth herald late visitation
Nay, naught it be save icy nocturnal breeze
Mated with dread outcry, of eve's avian ebon-feathered denizen
Fabled herald of grimmest tidings
Naught of knowledge might I wrest from him
Neither comfort in his prescence be encountered
Solely stark rememberance doth he bring
Of that which verily I gladly would nevermore recall
Naught of counsel doth he impart
Save solitary utterance
For e'er bereft it seems I shall be
Of sweetest solace of mine beloved
Verily doth mine heart entone empassioned lament
"Lenore.... Lenore, mine sweetest flower
Most ardently do I desire to see once more
Thine most beauteous counteance.
Alas, alas, for from nocturnal Plutonian coast
Hath come this messeger of night
By one decree, endlessly imparted
Hath he hereby seen to it
That all mine hopes be for e'er dashed
Yea, be solitary proclamation
Uttered without cease...
"Nevermore..."
For e'er bereft am I now of recourse
Naught might I do, save to gradually make inexorable departure
From beloved coast of realm christened by humankind as "Sanity"
Deprived of solace by any recollection of sweet past time
Alongside my sweet Lenore
Oh dearest beloved, thine pardon I do heartily beseech
Insufficient was mine ardent treasuring of thee
When though wast as promised at mine own side
Blessed boon of God Almighty, taken oft' for granted
Departed now for evermore
God have mercy on my poor soul
That mine heart's grief, if Thou be willing
Might be for e'er assauged
If it sadly be not so,
Then Thy strength I do implore
That I might bear what must be for e'er faced alone
Forced am I evermore to recall
By ebon-plumed unwanted avian tenant of mine own domicile
Tales of those like unto me
Who afore me each and every one
Hath departed unto madness
And by endless melancholy
Have been for ever gripped, within inescapable vise
Ancient connoisseur of potent spirits
Trapped for evermore for vengeance's sake
Within frigid tomb of brick and mortar
Until longer after his poor mortal heartbeat
Doth make eternal surcease
Yet another, by unhappy fate confronted
Yea, faced with instrument of peerless agony
Deadly grey-hued blade of steel
Drifting with each passage
E'er closer to its mark
Aye, each circuit through dank air above
Like unto ticking of ancient timepiece
Marking each one his final moments
Haughty Prince of ancient time
Oh, Prospero, thou blind and mindless fool
Thinkest thou for to escape inexorable grip of death
By hosting macabre mummer's farce?
Alas, cruel parody of gaiety
Pay ye heed, oh daft Prospero, thou foolish one
Verily one pair there be
That ne'er shall be mocked
God Almighty be one's name
The other be the hand of Death
Oft be be for one and all
Bringer of Divine Judgment.
Flee, flee to each and every chamber
Colored gaily and somberly alike
But no refuge shalt thou find
Nay, for behold, afore thee even now doth he stand
Crimson garbed herald of Justice
Yea, lift ye thine eyes and see
Fallen now be all thine guests, each and every one
And now, at last, thine own time be come upon thee
Oh blind Prospero, within whatever peace thou mayest find
I bid thee now to take thy rest
Tales of these, and many more alike
Must I forever bear within
Noble lineage of Usher, now fallen, yea
Lost for evermore
Roderick, trusted friend
Madeline most fair
Alas, forever must I lament
That ne'er escape did either of ye
That saddest journey upon which I also do embark
Indeed inexorable it be
Descent into madness, mount of melancholy ne'er scaled
And now, like onto thine once grand domicile
Thine lineage be from this blessed world
For evermore erased
Save from mine own memory
To mingle with morbid reminiscence
Of mine own beloved Lenore
With whom I verily would long to share but a moment
Yea, if it be but one last and loving waltz
When I might impart unto her sure knowledge once again
Of mine own everlasting love
Alas, 'tis not to be
For adrift again upon icy winds
Doth it come into mine ears
Solitary decree of despair, echoing sentence of eternal seperation
"Nevermore..."
Dreams within dreams
Sole remnant are they
Of mine existence, all mine grandest moments
Sweet droplets of joy, amidst grief's endless ocean
Hearken, once more doth midnight's hour strike
Always, as ever, above there loometh ebony raven's shadow
Upon each tolling of midnight's vesper
Closer doth mine own heart trudge
Unto its final beating
Aye, raven's shadow doth now provide
Grimmest shade within which I am bidden to rest
Crestfallen rivulets, within mine final moments
Do make ceaseless passage down mine aggreived countenance
As afore, still do I behold above, stately raven
Keeping grave and solemn vigil upon pallid bust of Pallas
E'en now, as breath is drawn from me
Do I behold new reason for grief
Helpless am I, to do aught, but to await
Inescapable touch, of death's grim hand
Yet afore me even now doth stand
Loveliest visage which e'er I did behold
Yea, afore me even now she be
My dearest beloved Lenore
"My own, my treasure, refuge of mine heart
Thine own pardon I do beseech
That ne'er did I sufficiently make known to thee my love
That I indeed took thee for granted,
Thy forgiveness I do now most heartily implore
Alas it grieveth me right sorely,
That now we must forever be thus parted."
Ghostly smile doth now most gently flit
O'er loveliest spectral lips
Bidden am I to rise anew
By tenderest touch of phantasmal hand
Unto flawless alabaster shoulder
Doth night's ebon-plumed messenger make his perch anew
As unto mine beloved's bosom I am most fervently clasped
Aye, from loveliest lips which e'er mine own did touch
There cometh now sweetest intonation
Of that word which afore had been solemn declaration of despair
Yea, rivulets of her own to I behold
Trickling from spectral eyes
As with beauteous smile doth my most precious Lenore intone
In most mellifluous voice which mine own ears
Did e'er have privilidge to hear.....
"Nevermore....."
* = Imspired by Nox Arcana's CD "Shadow of the Raven".
