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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Once upon a time my dearie, I slept to wake Oh So Cheery. Before that Raven clearly came, to knock upon my Dragons door. Dragon took him in very nice, warming him up within a thrice. Saving him from the cold and ice, now we dream to find slumbers door. Wishing, wishing, clearly wishing, we keep praying for slumbers door. Simply this, and nothing more. Dragon saved that silly Raven, who had come from his Poe haven. He came knocking very craven, wanting solace in Dragon’s door. Hungry, lost, little, lonely thing, frozen clearly were tender wings. Crying sadly from colds’ harsh sting, wanting solace within the door. Thus when open, entered quickly, quickly entered our Dragon’s door. If only this, were nothing more. But this raven suffered dearly, nights he quoted Poe so clearly. Giving Dragon nightmares dreary, causing wakening fearful roars. Nightmares flared as Dragon running, into our bed quickly jumping. On the floor all quickly landing, soundly the bed fell to the floor. The raven came, on us landing, to gaze upon us on the floor. Please Raven... Quote no more! Sleepless nights continued passing, from the ravens endless blasting. Night terrors steadily flowing, nothing stopped those endless scores. An idea came to find me, on how his mind could be set free. Eager to change the dreams to be, I sought an Ipod full of scores. Scores begetting tranquil dreaming, solace finding and soothing scores. Searching for this, and nothing more. Begins the night’s shadows creeping, his eyes mocking, and beseeching. I must stop his soul from joining, to fight with Poes’ shadows trying… Trying once more, to take his soul, toward those demon littered shores. Grabbing the ipod I forward tore, to give him tranquility evermore. Pouch and ear buds firmly seated, engaged in a fierce-some war. Morning found all, in blissful snores… Quoted the raven nevermore. 6-05-2014 I found it interesting to follow Poe's style measure for measure.
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