Laundanum Language
'Ulalume, ulalume,' said Edgar Allan Poe
He often said that sort of thing, I thought you ought to know
'Nevermore, nevermore,' he'd oft reiterate
In a very spooky tale about a man, a bird and fate
He ushered in a nouvelle vague, all for the love of God
And descended us into the crypt, for a cask of Amantillad'
Mad? Why say you that? Doth your heart beat so loud?
True, walking downRue Morgue can leave you just a little cowed
But opium, he claimed, will unfetter your soul
Darkness and decay - let the Red Death roll
Steer clear of pits and pendulums, and guard your every breath
Or you may meet a nineteenth-century gothic kind of death
Contributors: | F, Padfoot, Beefy, jm, chaise. |
Poem finished: | 17th January 2004 by Anon.. |