To Edgar Allan Poe The scream arises
Underneath the white night
It carries fire chariots
instead of freedom’s wings.
Oh Lenore, my little sweet Lenore!
So delicate, so helpless!
Μy poor Lenore.
The beauty must be punished.
The love must be punished.
The gates of Babylon
will never be opened again!
The Raven gives the signal of death.
“Never more”
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