But the raven still beguiling all
my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat
in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking,
I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy,
thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt,
and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
-Edgar Allen Poe
Love is like a caged bird.
If you love something, set it free;
If it comes back it's yours.
if it doesn't, it never was.
Few creatures of the night have captured our imagination like vampires...
What explains our enduring fascination with vampires?
What is it about the vampire myth that explains our interest?
Is it the overtones of sexual lust, power, control...
Or is it a fascination with the immortality of the undead?
And what dark and hidden parts of our psyche are aroused and captivated
"By the legends of the undead"
And the thorned
red rose obtained
a love that was forever
bittersweet.
-Richard Bach
-GODSMACK
-Anonymous