Quoth the devil, 'Nevermore.' by InternetSatan, literature
Literature
Quoth the devil, 'Nevermore.'
Once upon a midday query, I browsed online, drunk but leery,
Til the web then distracted, with its volumes of porn and gore.
I started nodding, after fapping, when suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my bedroom door.
“’Tis some subjects,” I muttered, “tapping at my bedroom door.
Only this and nothing more.”
Hesitant to actually bother, I scratched my ass and began to ponder.
Ponder if it was a whore, and if it was why wait anymore?
After a shout I wondered no longer, I knew the voice that was yonder.
T'was my worthless brother tapping, oh so gently he was rapping.
Rapping at
The Promise Made by Rosalind's Grave by Chezzy-Am, literature
Literature
The Promise Made by Rosalind's Grave
Whilst the tender breeze, autumn leaves aloft
Left us to gather where none would be free
From above, I heard your voice, soft
Like a whisper, 'twas meant to be
The promise made by Rosalind's grave
A thousand dreams, by a thousand streams, rivers
Of time which bind us, as it hears us shrivel
In bidding our farewells, to see us wither
Grey clouds, benign; neither rain flows nor drops
"For thee, my soul, was destined and decreed"
Gently, whispers beseech - aloft
Their sadness, craving to be freed
The promise made by Rosalind's grave
Of woes forlorn, from a heart torn, and splintered
Blissful reveries, now nightmares, to ponder
Of where your sou