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A few poems (2) In the middle of the night. - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
11:06 pm September 5th, 2002
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A few poems (2) In the middle of the night.
This one only bears explaining for those who aren't familiar with my own imagery. Ask, if you really want to know.
And I - I am the raven
     That rare and radiant maiden
   Emboldened by the shadows
          Of the night's forgotten lore

Be silent, ancient craven!
        For thou with lies are laden
    I am not now thy maiden
             And will be nevermore

My soul is now forsaken
         to he who's tamed the raven
      And reaches 'cross the shadows
            To recall the long-lost lore

For I - I am the raven
          That midnight-tressed maiden
    Begone, ye ancient craven!
       Beset me nevermore!

No more send fair lords laden
        With gifts for maid and maiden
     She loves no more thy shadows
  Will hear not now thy lore

Her soul by one is taken
           The lay of night forsaken
     This rare and radiant maiden
               Is claimed forevermore.
        NsB 03-09-02
              "Edgar Allen"

now feeling:: nervous nervous
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From: silmaril Date: January 16th, 2004 10:58 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
This poem is amazing, as is the flow of the next one.

missysedai mentioned your journal in hers, and recent two entries of yours put tears in my eyes. You folk are the true heroes, as I keep saying to turnberryknkn; sometimes it seems like the most we the rest can do seems to be bringing a little sunlight in for you.

Do you mind if I add you to my friends list?
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ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: January 16th, 2004 03:43 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Add away :)
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