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THE TELL-TALE TRAGEDY : CRIMSON DELIRIUM
The raven sounds its call this night
“Nevermore” to the wraith of Poe’s midnightmare
My severed heart calls from is tomb
You wanted thunder among the murder
O, I beat my fists against the stone
As utter darkness finds its way home
Shuddering with the twitch of the vein
I deserve to settle in my grave
Shall I tell you a tale
Of blackest night?
Is there a place in Hell
For those without light?
When all that’s left is fear
Creatures in the dark
Soul of man wish to hear
Of the tell-tale heart
Behold the mercy of zealots
Seven white candles feed my delirium
Hell bound before the abyss
Beneath the moon, the pendulum’s doom
tick, tock
fall once more
TICK, TOCK
FALL ONCE MORE
O, I come to the haunted palace
Alive with such nightmares and malice
Where the dead linger in the vespers
Shall I fade with the Usher’s whispers
Shall I tell you a tale
Of blackest night?
Is there a place in Hell
For those without light?
When all that’s left is fear
Creatures in the dark
Soul of man wish to hear
Of the tell-tale heart
Sickened, gruesome profuse bleeding pores
Prospero adorned technicolor whores
The ebony clock stills the masquerade
Death in crimson masque has come this day
‘THERE ARE SOME SECRETS
WHICH DO NOT PERMIT THEMSELVES TO BE TOLD”
angels from up high
sigh as i mime
smile as i churn
inside the worm
Shall I tell you a tale
Of blackest night?
Is there a place in Hell
For those without light?
When all that’s left is fear
Creatures in the dark
Soul of man wish to hear
Of the tell-tale heart
“Nevermore” to the wraith of Poe’s midnightmare
My severed heart calls from is tomb
You wanted thunder among the murder
O, I beat my fists against the stone
As utter darkness finds its way home
Shuddering with the twitch of the vein
I deserve to settle in my grave
Shall I tell you a tale
Of blackest night?
Is there a place in Hell
For those without light?
When all that’s left is fear
Creatures in the dark
Soul of man wish to hear
Of the tell-tale heart
Behold the mercy of zealots
Seven white candles feed my delirium
Hell bound before the abyss
Beneath the moon, the pendulum’s doom
tick, tock
fall once more
TICK, TOCK
FALL ONCE MORE
O, I come to the haunted palace
Alive with such nightmares and malice
Where the dead linger in the vespers
Shall I fade with the Usher’s whispers
Shall I tell you a tale
Of blackest night?
Is there a place in Hell
For those without light?
When all that’s left is fear
Creatures in the dark
Soul of man wish to hear
Of the tell-tale heart
Sickened, gruesome profuse bleeding pores
Prospero adorned technicolor whores
The ebony clock stills the masquerade
Death in crimson masque has come this day
‘THERE ARE SOME SECRETS
WHICH DO NOT PERMIT THEMSELVES TO BE TOLD”
angels from up high
sigh as i mime
smile as i churn
inside the worm
Shall I tell you a tale
Of blackest night?
Is there a place in Hell
For those without light?
When all that’s left is fear
Creatures in the dark
Soul of man wish to hear
Of the tell-tale heart
Published 11th Mar 2020
Author's Note
© 2020 Frank Green
Based on the various works of the great Edgar Allan Poe
Based on the various works of the great Edgar Allan Poe
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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