The Black Salvation
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten vore,
While I walked, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at the cemetery door.
`'Tis some rodent,' I muttered, `tapping at the cemetery door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
I remember it like it was yesterday. But in fact, it was ages ago. On a cold and dark night somewhere late in November, destiny would embrace me
The Black Salvation
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