"Who's woods are these anyway' .
Who's woods that I dwell .
The house of Usher I know so well.
I seek to skate on the frozen lake.
These's woods are deep, dark, weak.
Though I would dance like a swan if I could.
The lake is always frozen this time of year.
How I love the night woods that covet me.
Under the bulging night skies of death.
Beyond the place of wrath and tears.
I would dance upon the lake till not.
Alluring ,always caressing in gentle touch.
I would be remembered as " The Great Swan".
Though here I sit in my bed chamber of death.
And wait for God to call my name.
1pm wed. 7 / 24 / 2013,,,,, " house of Usher" stands for death,,, " right" the woods are a metaphor for the sick body .