caleb72_freak

You Freaking FREAKS!!!!!!!!!!!! My name is CaLeB! Im 20 and think you Weird! *(The Caleb)* Once upon a midnight dreary, while I kill you , slow and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of that forgotten key to my door, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'That must be the pizza man," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for that lost key to my door- For the rare and radiant key whom the angels name Metal thing that goes in the door - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "Must be the guy i hung at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was playing Madden, and so gently you came tappin, And so faintly you came rappin, tappin at my chamber door, That I was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;- Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only words there spoken was the whispered words, "Were is the Key to my door!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Here is the key to your door!"- Merely this, and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what it is, and this mystery explore- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 'Tis the wind and nothing more." Open here I flung the shutter, when, then i heared "Derka Derka, Dreka Dutter ".In there stepped a stately Caleb of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed But, with mien of lord or Madden, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony Caleb beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore. "Though thy Madden be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Caleb wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Caleb, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing Caleb above his chamber door- Caleb or Dufus upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Caleb, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the Caleb said, "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never- nevermore'." But the Caleb still beguiling all my fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of Caleb, and bust and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous Caleb of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous Caleb of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of my key that goes to that door! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost key to me door!" Quoth the Caleb, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if Caleb or devil!- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Caleb, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if Caleb or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow ladien if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden thing the angels name metal thing that goes in door - Clasp a rare and radiant thing whom the angels name thing that goes in door." Quoth the Caleb, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, Caleb or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Caleb, "Nevermore." And the Caleb, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted- nevermore! -- THE END --