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Once upon a midnight storm, whilst the fireplace dare cast my form,
I lost myself into a dream that drew itself against my stare,
From a trance I fell out torn, for the strangest sounding of a horn,
A horn was there so gently honking, from my thoughts I wondered where,
'T'is some child' I said aloud 'And to his friends he tries to scare'
'Only this is all that's there.'
The last fate of which I would bestow, all those many years ago,
A face so fair, my lover Claire, whom I had stolen from my dreams,
But to my watching and my woe, I would lose her sickened so,
By a swallowed sword that knocked her teeth, cutting through her at the seams,
I closed my eyes in mourning prayer, mourning of my lover Claire,
Ripped from me no more unfair.
The rain thunder'd against the glass, a fear that I could not surpass,
Slowly more my heart pulsated and to the window I stood and waited,
Waited for the storm to pass, and to be lifted of this mass,
And there I heard the silent parping, parping that was so created,
Created by the pitch of night by whoever walked with rain to wear,
Someone soaked from toe to hair.
With my back turned to the curtain a noise I heard for sure I'm certain,
'Sir!' said I, 'Or madam please, the noise you make is quite distracting,'
'For I must say that I was dreaming, and now I'm troubled by your scheming'
'Please return your horn from whence it came and cease this game you are exacting!'
And no more sound I could now hear, standing rigid by my chair,
Standing in a silent air.
As I turned and gently seated, the honking once again repeated,
'Listen sir and listen well! From you this horn I shall dispel!'
I headed to my chamber door, my stride by now was fiercely heated,
And to the door I grasped at once, and to this sight I always dwell,
For nothing but the darkness turned to me to meet my stare,
Only that was all was there.
From the door I quickly turned, away my simple anger burned,
Burned from me and changed to fear from the dark into which I'd peered,
And the silence quickly shattered from rain onto the window pattered,
Left me alone to seek myself, a question to this vision queer,
Was I truly given such a mind that could be granted no repair?
Only this is all was ever there?
While my hands now quickly shivered, into my mind my love delivered,
The vision of my lover Claire who's ghost with which I had affair,
To desperate fear I realised my soul now wearily and slowly quivered,
My simple mind so quickly shattered, beaten, lost, bruised and battered,
Projecting me a stranger noise than could be heard for none to care,
For only I was all was there.
To the chair I firmly gripped as I felt my heart had skipped,
Skipped a beat from whence it spoke, this fear in me this honk provoked,
A parp that echoed loud'd than thoughts and surely now my mind had slipped,
Slipped away and hidden now for by the doorway tower'd a figure soaked,
A clown that grasped a rubber bugle, a frown upon his face did glare,
A honk he made, into the air.
Unto this clown I stood amazed and to he which back stood and gazed,
Upon his bulb he once did squeeze and his music carried on the breeze,
'No more!' Said I 'Be gone with you, I cannot picture such becrazed!'
But there stood he so most defiant, the yellow haired and painted giant,
'I will not be controlled by this noise nor to your will be so compliant!'
For only I was all was there.
To my utmost horror and my fright I was thrown upon a dreadful sight,
The clown approached and at once I froze, his gloved fingers placed upon my nose,
And with no smile nor frown he spoke a word, whilst squeezed upon my snout so tight,
He simply spoke aloud a 'honk', and thence removed said fingers from my conk,
I stood alike a statuette for no man alive had felt such despair,
For my nose was no longer there.
At last I erupted into hatred as if my soul had been cremated,
Ashes scattered from my tongue as swearing shouting all was flung,
Blindly grasping for the poker and gritting teeth whilst so frustrated,
Frustrated at the looter clown who'd into his parping I had drown'd,
Swinging madly at the giant I felt my confusion now sedated,
Battle'd as if he was not there.
Upon the books I wildly fenced, stabbing wher'ver I had sensed,
Sensed the clown to me provoke but still he'd avoid'd every stroke,
When all below to hold my weight of shelves and books gave out against,
And fell with me upon the flooring to the cue of the rain outpouring,
I lay overwhelmed upon the matting my nose amiss and in dispair,
The clown, it seemed, no longer there.
I clawed my way restrained hysteric and clasped against my face generic,
Crying out in pure chagrin at this pictured monstrous harlequin,
Alas before I felt my mind subdued between the monster's digits viewed,
A gap within two fingers expos'd, none other than my swollen nose,
'LEAVE FROM ME!' Cried I at last, 'BE PART OF ME DISFIGURED PAST!',
Only that is all that's there.
Now every horn that I may hear creates of me a wide-eyed fear,
And lest am I to stride away to dread to find my mind astray,
Returnth he shall, the clown'd appear, and all I know shall make now clear,
For from the flames I see the joker, to me he glares in throws of ochre,
A shadow cast upon the flooring, and there I wait, alone, adoring,
For once the honks return... beware!
Sorry Mr Poe.
I lost myself into a dream that drew itself against my stare,
From a trance I fell out torn, for the strangest sounding of a horn,
A horn was there so gently honking, from my thoughts I wondered where,
'T'is some child' I said aloud 'And to his friends he tries to scare'
'Only this is all that's there.'
The last fate of which I would bestow, all those many years ago,
A face so fair, my lover Claire, whom I had stolen from my dreams,
But to my watching and my woe, I would lose her sickened so,
By a swallowed sword that knocked her teeth, cutting through her at the seams,
I closed my eyes in mourning prayer, mourning of my lover Claire,
Ripped from me no more unfair.
The rain thunder'd against the glass, a fear that I could not surpass,
Slowly more my heart pulsated and to the window I stood and waited,
Waited for the storm to pass, and to be lifted of this mass,
And there I heard the silent parping, parping that was so created,
Created by the pitch of night by whoever walked with rain to wear,
Someone soaked from toe to hair.
With my back turned to the curtain a noise I heard for sure I'm certain,
'Sir!' said I, 'Or madam please, the noise you make is quite distracting,'
'For I must say that I was dreaming, and now I'm troubled by your scheming'
'Please return your horn from whence it came and cease this game you are exacting!'
And no more sound I could now hear, standing rigid by my chair,
Standing in a silent air.
As I turned and gently seated, the honking once again repeated,
'Listen sir and listen well! From you this horn I shall dispel!'
I headed to my chamber door, my stride by now was fiercely heated,
And to the door I grasped at once, and to this sight I always dwell,
For nothing but the darkness turned to me to meet my stare,
Only that was all was there.
From the door I quickly turned, away my simple anger burned,
Burned from me and changed to fear from the dark into which I'd peered,
And the silence quickly shattered from rain onto the window pattered,
Left me alone to seek myself, a question to this vision queer,
Was I truly given such a mind that could be granted no repair?
Only this is all was ever there?
While my hands now quickly shivered, into my mind my love delivered,
The vision of my lover Claire who's ghost with which I had affair,
To desperate fear I realised my soul now wearily and slowly quivered,
My simple mind so quickly shattered, beaten, lost, bruised and battered,
Projecting me a stranger noise than could be heard for none to care,
For only I was all was there.
To the chair I firmly gripped as I felt my heart had skipped,
Skipped a beat from whence it spoke, this fear in me this honk provoked,
A parp that echoed loud'd than thoughts and surely now my mind had slipped,
Slipped away and hidden now for by the doorway tower'd a figure soaked,
A clown that grasped a rubber bugle, a frown upon his face did glare,
A honk he made, into the air.
Unto this clown I stood amazed and to he which back stood and gazed,
Upon his bulb he once did squeeze and his music carried on the breeze,
'No more!' Said I 'Be gone with you, I cannot picture such becrazed!'
But there stood he so most defiant, the yellow haired and painted giant,
'I will not be controlled by this noise nor to your will be so compliant!'
For only I was all was there.
To my utmost horror and my fright I was thrown upon a dreadful sight,
The clown approached and at once I froze, his gloved fingers placed upon my nose,
And with no smile nor frown he spoke a word, whilst squeezed upon my snout so tight,
He simply spoke aloud a 'honk', and thence removed said fingers from my conk,
I stood alike a statuette for no man alive had felt such despair,
For my nose was no longer there.
At last I erupted into hatred as if my soul had been cremated,
Ashes scattered from my tongue as swearing shouting all was flung,
Blindly grasping for the poker and gritting teeth whilst so frustrated,
Frustrated at the looter clown who'd into his parping I had drown'd,
Swinging madly at the giant I felt my confusion now sedated,
Battle'd as if he was not there.
Upon the books I wildly fenced, stabbing wher'ver I had sensed,
Sensed the clown to me provoke but still he'd avoid'd every stroke,
When all below to hold my weight of shelves and books gave out against,
And fell with me upon the flooring to the cue of the rain outpouring,
I lay overwhelmed upon the matting my nose amiss and in dispair,
The clown, it seemed, no longer there.
I clawed my way restrained hysteric and clasped against my face generic,
Crying out in pure chagrin at this pictured monstrous harlequin,
Alas before I felt my mind subdued between the monster's digits viewed,
A gap within two fingers expos'd, none other than my swollen nose,
'LEAVE FROM ME!' Cried I at last, 'BE PART OF ME DISFIGURED PAST!',
Only that is all that's there.
Now every horn that I may hear creates of me a wide-eyed fear,
And lest am I to stride away to dread to find my mind astray,
Returnth he shall, the clown'd appear, and all I know shall make now clear,
For from the flames I see the joker, to me he glares in throws of ochre,
A shadow cast upon the flooring, and there I wait, alone, adoring,
For once the honks return... beware!
Sorry Mr Poe.
Fantastic.
Thanks for the praise, always nice. I usually try to picture Vincent Price for these sort of ones..
Brilliant.
Piece of advice Meka,
read it out-loud in a Sir Ian McKellen voice.
It will sound poetic then.
read it out-loud in a Sir Ian McKellen voice.
It will sound poetic then.
I wish this could have been read to me.
When it comes to reading poetry I'm a complete cripple and end up doing one of two things:
Getting the rhythm in my head, and going dum-de-dum-de-dum-de-dum to each verse, completely ignoring the words.
Picking out the rhyming words
When I managed to come to terms with my flaws I found the tale within to be excellent. I was also highly impressed by some of the rhymes too, and you've got the language of Poe down to a (I want to say 'T', is it down to a tee, down to a tea, I don't know, but I'm sure you get my meaning).
When it comes to reading poetry I'm a complete cripple and end up doing one of two things:
Getting the rhythm in my head, and going dum-de-dum-de-dum-de-dum to each verse, completely ignoring the words.
Picking out the rhyming words
When I managed to come to terms with my flaws I found the tale within to be excellent. I was also highly impressed by some of the rhymes too, and you've got the language of Poe down to a (I want to say 'T', is it down to a tee, down to a tea, I don't know, but I'm sure you get my meaning).
Nice adaptation of "The Raven". Edgar would've been proud.
Jesus. Also read this the other day. Congratulations on the Gameaday. I could never write a decent poem that bloody long..
winnAr
Once upon a midnight storm, whilst the fireplace dare cast my form,
I lost myself into a dream that drew itself against my stare,
From a trance I fell out torn, for the strangest sounding of a horn,
A horn was there so gently honking, from my thoughts I wondered where,
'T'is some child' I said aloud 'And to his friends he tries to scare'
'Only this is all that's there.'
The last fate of which I would bestow, all those many years ago,
A face so fair, my lover Claire, whom I had stolen from my dreams,
But to my watching and my woe, I would lose her sickened so,
By a swallowed sword that knocked her teeth, cutting through her at the seams,
I closed my eyes in mourning prayer, mourning of my lover Claire,
Ripped from me no more unfair.
The rain thunder'd against the glass, a fear that I could not surpass,
Slowly more my heart pulsated and to the window I stood and waited,
Waited for the storm to pass, and to be lifted of this mass,
And there I heard the silent parping, parping that was so created,
Created by the pitch of night by whoever walked with rain to wear,
Someone soaked from toe to hair.
With my back turned to the curtain a noise I heard for sure I'm certain,
'Sir!' said I, 'Or madam please, the noise you make is quite distracting,'
'For I must say that I was dreaming, and now I'm troubled by your scheming'
'Please return your horn from whence it came and cease this game you are exacting!'
And no more sound I could now hear, standing rigid by my chair,
Standing in a silent air.
As I turned and gently seated, the honking once again repeated,
'Listen sir and listen well! From you this horn I shall dispel!'
I headed to my chamber door, my stride by now was fiercely heated,
And to the door I grasped at once, and to this sight I always dwell,
For nothing but the darkness turned to me to meet my stare,
Only that was all was there.
From the door I quickly turned, away my simple anger burned,
Burned from me and changed to fear from the dark into which I'd peered,
And the silence quickly shattered from rain onto the window pattered,
Left me alone to seek myself, a question to this vision queer,
Was I truly given such a mind that could be granted no repair?
Only this is all was ever there?
While my hands now quickly shivered, into my mind my love delivered,
The vision of my lover Claire who's ghost with which I had affair,
To desperate fear I realised my soul now wearily and slowly quivered,
My simple mind so quickly shattered, beaten, lost, bruised and battered,
Projecting me a stranger noise than could be heard for none to care,
For only I was all was there.
To the chair I firmly gripped as I felt my heart had skipped,
Skipped a beat from whence it spoke, this fear in me this honk provoked,
A parp that echoed loud'd than thoughts and surely now my mind had slipped,
Slipped away and hidden now for by the doorway tower'd a figure soaked,
A clown that grasped a rubber bugle, a frown upon his face did glare,
A honk he made, into the air.
Unto this clown I stood amazed and to he which back stood and gazed,
Upon his bulb he once did squeeze and his music carried on the breeze,
'No more!' Said I 'Be gone with you, I cannot picture such becrazed!'
But there stood he so most defiant, the yellow haired and painted giant,
'I will not be controlled by this noise nor to your will be so compliant!'
For only I was all was there.
To my utmost horror and my fright I was thrown upon a dreadful sight,
The clown approached and at once I froze, his gloved fingers placed upon my nose,
And with no smile nor frown he spoke a word, whilst squeezed upon my snout so tight,
He simply spoke aloud a 'honk', and thence removed said fingers from my conk,
I stood alike a statuette for no man alive had felt such despair,
For my nose was no longer there.
At last I erupted into hatred as if my soul had been cremated,
Ashes scattered from my tongue as swearing shouting all was flung,
Blindly grasping for the poker and gritting teeth whilst so frustrated,
Frustrated at the looter clown who'd into his parping I had drown'd,
Swinging madly at the giant I felt my confusion now sedated,
Battle'd as if he was not there.
Upon the books I wildly fenced, stabbing wher'ver I had sensed,
Sensed the clown to me provoke but still he'd avoid'd every stroke,
When all below to hold my weight of shelves and books gave out against,
And fell with me upon the flooring to the cue of the rain outpouring,
I lay overwhelmed upon the matting my nose amiss and in dispair,
The clown, it seemed, no longer there.
I clawed my way restrained hysteric and clasped against my face generic,
Crying out in pure chagrin at this pictured monstrous harlequin,
Alas before I felt my mind subdued between the monster's digits viewed,
A gap within two fingers expos'd, none other than my swollen nose,
'LEAVE FROM ME!' Cried I at last, 'BE PART OF ME DISFIGURED PAST!',
Only that is all that's there.
Now every horn that I may hear creates of me a wide-eyed fear,
And lest am I to stride away to dread to find my mind astray,
Returnth he shall, the clown'd appear, and all I know shall make now clear,
For from the flames I see the joker, to me he glares in throws of ochre,
A shadow cast upon the flooring, and there I wait, alone, adoring,
For once the honks return... beware!
Sorry Mr Poe.
I lost myself into a dream that drew itself against my stare,
From a trance I fell out torn, for the strangest sounding of a horn,
A horn was there so gently honking, from my thoughts I wondered where,
'T'is some child' I said aloud 'And to his friends he tries to scare'
'Only this is all that's there.'
The last fate of which I would bestow, all those many years ago,
A face so fair, my lover Claire, whom I had stolen from my dreams,
But to my watching and my woe, I would lose her sickened so,
By a swallowed sword that knocked her teeth, cutting through her at the seams,
I closed my eyes in mourning prayer, mourning of my lover Claire,
Ripped from me no more unfair.
The rain thunder'd against the glass, a fear that I could not surpass,
Slowly more my heart pulsated and to the window I stood and waited,
Waited for the storm to pass, and to be lifted of this mass,
And there I heard the silent parping, parping that was so created,
Created by the pitch of night by whoever walked with rain to wear,
Someone soaked from toe to hair.
With my back turned to the curtain a noise I heard for sure I'm certain,
'Sir!' said I, 'Or madam please, the noise you make is quite distracting,'
'For I must say that I was dreaming, and now I'm troubled by your scheming'
'Please return your horn from whence it came and cease this game you are exacting!'
And no more sound I could now hear, standing rigid by my chair,
Standing in a silent air.
As I turned and gently seated, the honking once again repeated,
'Listen sir and listen well! From you this horn I shall dispel!'
I headed to my chamber door, my stride by now was fiercely heated,
And to the door I grasped at once, and to this sight I always dwell,
For nothing but the darkness turned to me to meet my stare,
Only that was all was there.
From the door I quickly turned, away my simple anger burned,
Burned from me and changed to fear from the dark into which I'd peered,
And the silence quickly shattered from rain onto the window pattered,
Left me alone to seek myself, a question to this vision queer,
Was I truly given such a mind that could be granted no repair?
Only this is all was ever there?
While my hands now quickly shivered, into my mind my love delivered,
The vision of my lover Claire who's ghost with which I had affair,
To desperate fear I realised my soul now wearily and slowly quivered,
My simple mind so quickly shattered, beaten, lost, bruised and battered,
Projecting me a stranger noise than could be heard for none to care,
For only I was all was there.
To the chair I firmly gripped as I felt my heart had skipped,
Skipped a beat from whence it spoke, this fear in me this honk provoked,
A parp that echoed loud'd than thoughts and surely now my mind had slipped,
Slipped away and hidden now for by the doorway tower'd a figure soaked,
A clown that grasped a rubber bugle, a frown upon his face did glare,
A honk he made, into the air.
Unto this clown I stood amazed and to he which back stood and gazed,
Upon his bulb he once did squeeze and his music carried on the breeze,
'No more!' Said I 'Be gone with you, I cannot picture such becrazed!'
But there stood he so most defiant, the yellow haired and painted giant,
'I will not be controlled by this noise nor to your will be so compliant!'
For only I was all was there.
To my utmost horror and my fright I was thrown upon a dreadful sight,
The clown approached and at once I froze, his gloved fingers placed upon my nose,
And with no smile nor frown he spoke a word, whilst squeezed upon my snout so tight,
He simply spoke aloud a 'honk', and thence removed said fingers from my conk,
I stood alike a statuette for no man alive had felt such despair,
For my nose was no longer there.
At last I erupted into hatred as if my soul had been cremated,
Ashes scattered from my tongue as swearing shouting all was flung,
Blindly grasping for the poker and gritting teeth whilst so frustrated,
Frustrated at the looter clown who'd into his parping I had drown'd,
Swinging madly at the giant I felt my confusion now sedated,
Battle'd as if he was not there.
Upon the books I wildly fenced, stabbing wher'ver I had sensed,
Sensed the clown to me provoke but still he'd avoid'd every stroke,
When all below to hold my weight of shelves and books gave out against,
And fell with me upon the flooring to the cue of the rain outpouring,
I lay overwhelmed upon the matting my nose amiss and in dispair,
The clown, it seemed, no longer there.
I clawed my way restrained hysteric and clasped against my face generic,
Crying out in pure chagrin at this pictured monstrous harlequin,
Alas before I felt my mind subdued between the monster's digits viewed,
A gap within two fingers expos'd, none other than my swollen nose,
'LEAVE FROM ME!' Cried I at last, 'BE PART OF ME DISFIGURED PAST!',
Only that is all that's there.
Now every horn that I may hear creates of me a wide-eyed fear,
And lest am I to stride away to dread to find my mind astray,
Returnth he shall, the clown'd appear, and all I know shall make now clear,
For from the flames I see the joker, to me he glares in throws of ochre,
A shadow cast upon the flooring, and there I wait, alone, adoring,
For once the honks return... beware!
Sorry Mr Poe.