Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Xu6x4ORe.dpuf
Once upon a weeknight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over what Feat to choose for this RPG character I adore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
As of some one rudely sapping, sapping energy galore.
“Tis Idle Red Hands,” I muttered, “flapping gums, those frightful bores –
Only this and nothing … (snore).”
Happy Halloween! For the last episode in our Month of Horror, we look at the American Gothic writer, Edgar Allen Poe.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Xu6x4ORe.dpuf
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— “‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15638#sthash.Xu6x4ORe.dpuf
