THIS, my friends, is the love-child of me and my friend's idiotness and crack. Have fun reading our stupid shit. Oh, this is Annabel Lee, a poem by Edgar Allan Poe. He's amazingly insane. I love him so much :3
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a man there lived whom you may know
By the name of GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT;
And this man he lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by Old Fritz.
I was a human and he was a nation,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we AWESOMED with a AWESOME that was more than AWESOME-
I and my Gilbert Beilschmidt;
With an awesome that the winged Hungarys of heaven
Coveted him and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A frying pan blew out of a cloud, hitting
My awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt
So that his highborn bruder came
And bore him away from me,
To shut him up in his basement
In this kingdom by the sea.
The Hungarys, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying him and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That a frying pan came out of the cloud by night,
Hitting and killing my Gilbert Beilschmidt.
But our awesome it was stronger by far than the awesome
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the Hungarys in heaven above,
Nor the Russias down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the awesome
Of the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt
And the stars never rise but I feel the red eyes
Of the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my awesome- my awesome- my life and my husband.
In the basement there by the sea,
In his basement by the sounding sea.