NEVERMORE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
NEVERMORE
Caitlin. 24. Occupation: figuring it out. Currently writing a novel. Owns a cat and three dogs.

Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas

fraidyfangs:

“your breath was shed”, dylan thomas

Your breath was shed
Invisible to make
About the soiled undead
Night for my sake,

A raining trail
Intangible to them
With biter’s tooth and tail
And cobweb drum,

A dark as deep
My love as a round wave
To hide the wolves of sleep
And mask the grave.

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