From childhood's hour I have not been As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone. Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn Of a most stormy life -- was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold -- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by -- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. Alone- Edgar Allan Poe My name is Chris, and I quite obviously write fanfiction. I also write poetry, and you'll notice 3 of my compositions down below, one of which is now being published. I'm addicted to music, poetry, fiction, and philosophy. I'm 14, and live in the United States. I wish I could elaborate more on my life, but that would be incredibly boring, and time-consuming, now that I think about it. |