Infamous Quests
The Games => Quest for Infamy => Topic started by: Sirisul on June 14, 2012, 11:28:01 PM
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My love, she sleeps! Oh may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Dar in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold -
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crestled palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone -
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within
Edgar Allan Poe