The Haunting
To whoever will find this note I left,
'Tis certain I am dead and not so quick.
Be still, and sit inside your cleft,
As I read to you my fable thick.
So hearken! For here begins my tale.
A young lad I was. I was in a clique.
And over my face, I pull a veil.
Behold! That I was very sick.
So sick, that from the earth did I sail.
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poetryispower1100
I'm a poet from North Carolina and I am also in a band. Some of my favorite works are "The Bells," and "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. As you can tell I am a huge fan of Edgar Allen Poe. My favorite work by myself is "Starless Night."
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