Dr PepperPoP
Bragian Order
Amarr Empire
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Posted - 2014.03.05 09:25:00 -
[1] - Quote
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak n' weary,
Over nuff a quaint n' curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
Az of some one gently rapping, rappin at mah chamber door.
Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tappin at mah chamber door -
Only this, n' not a god damn thang more."
Ah, distinctly I remember dat shiznit was up in tha bleak December,
And each separate dyin ember wrought its pimp upon tha floor.
Eagerly I wished tha morrow; - vainly I had sought ta borrow
From mah books surcease of sorrow - sorrow fo' tha lost Lenore -
For tha rare n' radiant maiden whom tha angels name Lenore -
Nameless here fo' evermore.
And tha silken ****** up uncertain rustlin of each purple curtain
Thrilled mah crazy ass - filled mah crazy ass wit dunkadelic terrors never felt before;
So dat now, ta still tha whoopin of mah ass, I stood repeating,
Tis some visitor entreatin entrizzle at mah chamber door -
Some late visitor entreatin entrizzle at mah chamber door; -
This it is, n' not a god damn thang more."
Presently mah ass grew stronger; hesitatin then no longer,
Sir," holla'd I, "or Madam, truly yo' forgivenizz I implore;
But tha fact is I was napping, n' so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tappin at mah chamber door,
That I scarce was shizzle I heard you"- here I opened wide tha door; -
Darknizz there, n' not a god damn thang more.
Deep tha **** into dat darknizz peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, trippin trips no mortals eva dared ta trip before;
But tha silence was unbroken, n' tha stillnizz gave no token,
And tha only word there spoken was tha whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, n' a echo murmured back tha word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, n' not a god damn thang more.
Back tha **** into tha chamber turning, all mah ass within me burning,
Soon again n' again n' again I heard a tappin somewhat louder than before.
Surely," holla'd I, "surely dat is suttin' at mah window lattice:
Let me see, then, what tha **** thereat is, n' dis mystery explore -
Let mah ass be still a moment n' dis mystery explore; -
'Tis tha wind n' not a god damn thang more."
Open here I flung tha shutter, when, wit nuff a gangbangin' flirt n' flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of tha saintly minutez of yore;
Not tha least obeisizzle made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, wit mien of lord or lady, perched above mah chamber door -
Perched upon a funky-ass bust of Pallas just above mah chamber door -
Perched, n' sat, n' not a god damn thang more.
Then dis ebony bird beguilin mah ****** up fancy tha **** into smiling,
By tha grave n' stern decorum of tha countenizzle it wore.
Though thy crest be shorn n' shaven, thou," I holla'd, "art shizzle no craven,
Ghastly grim n' ancient raven wanderin from tha Nightly shore -
Tell me what tha **** thy lordly name is on tha Nightz Plutonian shore!"
Quoth tha Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled dis ungainly fowl ta hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer lil meaning- lil relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreein dat no livin human being
Ever yet was blest wit seein bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon tha sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore." |