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Cidian Garland
Demigod of Death
By: Edgar Allan Poe 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. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
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Cid GarlandJust because its darkness, doesn't mean it can't be comforting. Death itself is an art, a cycle that can't be broken. I invite you to see the beauty in sorrow and the emotions it carries. That fear doesn't need to be negative, but a tool that can overcome obstacles. I do not stay in one place, but move to wherever darkness is needed. Where ever darkness is welcomed. BadgesCategories
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