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7:33pm, April 23, 2012
Keats writes of the Leanan Sidhe
Original version of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1819
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
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6:28pm, April 23, 2012
Okay I admit it, I like Yeats.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the MORE
6:23pm, April 23, 2012
Though perhaps more fantasy than horror, one has to love Yeats.
WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats; MORE
11:22am, April 23, 2012
For those of you unfamilair with the works of James Herbert, my condolences. But it's not too late. Go to your local bookstore, Amazon, anywhere and get his books. Especially "The Secret of Crickley Hall". I MORE
7:03pm, April 22, 2012
For I Am Kr0w
by
Christopher Biagi
The lit street lamp dim and obscured by fog the only illumination on the abandoned street. The sound you hear is it the steps you take? Or possibly the beating of your heart MORE
7:01pm, April 22, 2012
College Life
by
Christopher Biagi
He saw them all, each and every one. For they all walked past where he sat. Then the moment he awaited, She walked by sobbing as she talked on her cell phone, a SideKick MORE
6:58pm, April 22, 2012
I would refer to you as my pet, but the fact is that we have gone far further than that you and I. You must know, must accept that you have in point of fact become my very willing slave. Now, do not look so MORE