[b]The Rot[/b]
Perched on a throne of compost and stone
Passing judgment for the good of all
A tarnished crown fused to the bone
Oblivious; it begins to fall.
Indignation joining the fray
Mulling a false sense of remorse
The very essence fleeting away,
Traveling down a trodden course.
A self-righteous refusal to subside
Snatched under a sheet of fright,
Innocence lost in stride
Muffled stirs, silenced by the blight.
With resolve absolute at the end of the day,
Stranded alone in a field of decay.
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The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary While I pondered weak and weary Over many quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore While I nodded nearly napping Suddenly I heard a rapping As of someone gently tapping Tapping at my chamber door "Tis' some visitor" I muttered only this and nothing more That's all I can remember off the top of my head