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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Dark angels dance overhead Storm clouds swirl within my head Smiles are the veils of hidden thoughts Tormented souls question not what is not Ile St Louis, a swamp of nighttime beasts Where soon poets shall roam All that changed, the darkness kept the same Only evil flowers dare to grow here I was born in the comfort of a weeping nurse Soon bestowed to the gallows underneath For life passed by, and left me to ponder The horror and madness within my dreams You kiss my lips Passions kiss you think frees me From the darkness where I reside St Louis is but far off from our romps The play, maybe a muse on a past romance Our flirt but a dance with history You don’t know me For I was born in the dark As love ripens, we turn to grapes The evening becomes our escape Tiss you who have drowned me In Seine, is where I rest You don’t know me My lover and killer As I float away From l'ile St Louis Footnotes: This poem is truly Edgar Allen Poe! Ile St Louis is the smaller of 2 islands in Paris on the Seine. It used to be swampland and crazing for cows, and in fact was the original Paris. Of course it was later developed, and many a famous persons have lived there, one being, Charles Baudelaire a French poet, whom is famous for a few things, the first being his poetic works called “ Fleur du Mal “ ( Flowers of Evil ) and thus the line in my poem “Only evil flowers dare to grow here”. However Charles Baudelaire also discovered the works of Edgar Allen Poe and proceeded to translate Poe’s works into French. In Seine, is where I rest, well what can I say, I am insane, and thus this is one of my favorite lines!! :) As for Ile St Louis, I can only say, in Canada it is truly and island all alone!
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