A thread neither mad nor sad.

[LemmingofGlory]

I like dark things. Poe's "The Raven" is all kinds of awesome to me, and all the more so because I can't scan un/stressed syllables worth a flip. I don't know what it is about that, but I just never got the hang of it. It always seemed to me that how you pronounced it would determine the stressing.

But here's a poem everyone should recognize.

I can see what you see not,
Vision milky then eyes rot,
When you turn they will be gone,
Whispering their hidden song.

Then you see what cannot be,
Shadows move where light should be,
Out of darkness, out of mind,
Cast down into the Halls of the Blind.

Anyone who doesn't recognize the source of this poem will be promptly flayed.

(Edit: Thought of another)

Sometimes I walk around with this one going through my head.

-Dicrostonyx torquatus