Nevermore... (Patreon)

It is always fun this time of year to pull out Edgar Allan Poe's poems. The Raven, in particular. This small, hard bound book is a treasure of mine that was printed way back in 1863. I love the smell and feel of old books and they carry me away to the places the author wants to take me...

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

“And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —

This it is, and nothing more.”

"Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"

               Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

As I continue reading, I start to feel the relaxing effects of the whiskey and the dim lights of the candles, causing me to close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep...

~ to be continued