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From Stratford to the House of Usher: A Bard's Elegy
In realms where shadows whisper tales untold,
'Midst vaults of Verona, lost lovers sigh,
The raven echoes tales of heartbeats cold,
And Danish princes ponder 'to be' or die.In Venice, Moor's green-eyed monster roars,
As Lenore's phantom floats through yonder door,
Macbeth's witches upon the heath implore,
While the Tell-Tale Heart beats beneath the floor.Yon Juliet on her balcony so high,
With sorrow, views the raven's flight in night.
And Poe's pendulum swings with each heartbeat's lie,
Where Ophelia's flowers drown in lightless plight.Upon the stormy heaths, King Lear did rage,
As the Red Death danced upon Poe's stage.A tempest brews where Prospero's spells bind,
In catacombs, where Fortunato's steed,
There, lost Lenore and Romeo pined,
And Hamlet's ghost recounts his bloody deed.In Elsinore and under Usher's eaves,
The jester's skull, with Yorick's laughter, grieves.
The raven, still, in mournful verse deceives,
As Desdemona's innocence bereaves.Through tales of midnight, dreary, dark, and deep,
Where lovers and the lost their vigils keep,
The bard's quill and Poe's pen, in sorrow steep,
In dreams, they wander far, where spirits leap.In verses woven from their haunted script,
Through time and shadow, their voices have slipped.
