(( Its an OOC Poem, please leave some OOC comments telling me what you like and dislike about such, this is ment to be a free verse with an attempt to place you in some what of a hypnotic sense when you read it to make it seem like there is a verse, put some ooc comments if you can please, they'd be much apprciated, I'm deciding which to enter in a contest, Ty 
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In love with Lenore…
A heart I lay in such a pathetic way
Never to forget such a day,
T’was before the eve of all spirits roam
Death nor deception cascaded the tomb,
Ease of heart a lay in waste of creatures,
And the lectures denounce the preacher
Such a way where spirits roam a night,
Cast away this brilliant sight,
In their way this illusion of fright,
Yet even the fear found no delight,
Again those memories of childhood horror
Seek in deception to destroy the past
Such an avid mind this young one has,
Pumpkins, Ghosts, Lenore to haunt he,
Leave my side to let me be,
Dwell tonight in a slumber of no peace,
Rackets and roars of spirit’s a roam,
Past the ages of such icy core,
To no man whom feel this scorn beloved,
Such a man who never loved,
Nevermore…Evermore…lost in quantity,
Such a spirit threaten peace,
Never to take a final bow of silence,
So says the man whom makes unholy alliance
Let those of rage toy with the kinder,
The folk of legends splendid ,
This eve there dinner, await the remains,
Corpses of blood with young heart stains
Deep within this weary eve of oh Lenore,
Where are you for the restless one, Nevermore…
Mock the teacher, whom brings the old one to shame,
To shame the old one lives,
To sham those disbelieve a lay,
And knives of creatures who live in fear of light,
This is there day, an this they live tonight
Hell’s spawn cast upon the fright,
Fear those around in nevermore grief,
Those who bore the emblem of Lenore passing,
Dated back to the eternal clashing,
Sages of wisdom, Gods of might, bringeth pleasure,
Pleasure to consume deep within pain
Hide the shadows by his name
Such a roast of death begun,
Poison rots in the thoughts of all little ones,
And Death make your grand stage this eve,
Claim your souls of living believe,
Father, Sister, Mother, Child,
Unsure each to tame whom is wild
And whom the gong of midnight lore,
Behold the truths once untold now more,
Final hours of a nights long end,
This is no illusion to any men,
To the days along in death be by night nor day,
Death shall be Death, as night shall be day
Peace shall be brought nevermore to those souls,
Chemical vials overflow with poison galore,
And whom to understand will be the end
End of what to say
Nothingness left in such a world of chill
This to all the downfall of those in love with Lenore…
))In love with Lenore…
A heart I lay in such a pathetic way
Never to forget such a day,
T’was before the eve of all spirits roam
Death nor deception cascaded the tomb,
Ease of heart a lay in waste of creatures,
And the lectures denounce the preacher
Such a way where spirits roam a night,
Cast away this brilliant sight,
In their way this illusion of fright,
Yet even the fear found no delight,
Again those memories of childhood horror
Seek in deception to destroy the past
Such an avid mind this young one has,
Pumpkins, Ghosts, Lenore to haunt he,
Leave my side to let me be,
Dwell tonight in a slumber of no peace,
Rackets and roars of spirit’s a roam,
Past the ages of such icy core,
To no man whom feel this scorn beloved,
Such a man who never loved,
Nevermore…Evermore…lost in quantity,
Such a spirit threaten peace,
Never to take a final bow of silence,
So says the man whom makes unholy alliance
Let those of rage toy with the kinder,
The folk of legends splendid ,
This eve there dinner, await the remains,
Corpses of blood with young heart stains
Deep within this weary eve of oh Lenore,
Where are you for the restless one, Nevermore…
Mock the teacher, whom brings the old one to shame,
To shame the old one lives,
To sham those disbelieve a lay,
And knives of creatures who live in fear of light,
This is there day, an this they live tonight
Hell’s spawn cast upon the fright,
Fear those around in nevermore grief,
Those who bore the emblem of Lenore passing,
Dated back to the eternal clashing,
Sages of wisdom, Gods of might, bringeth pleasure,
Pleasure to consume deep within pain
Hide the shadows by his name
Such a roast of death begun,
Poison rots in the thoughts of all little ones,
And Death make your grand stage this eve,
Claim your souls of living believe,
Father, Sister, Mother, Child,
Unsure each to tame whom is wild
And whom the gong of midnight lore,
Behold the truths once untold now more,
Final hours of a nights long end,
This is no illusion to any men,
To the days along in death be by night nor day,
Death shall be Death, as night shall be day
Peace shall be brought nevermore to those souls,
Chemical vials overflow with poison galore,
And whom to understand will be the end
End of what to say
Nothingness left in such a world of chill
This to all the downfall of those in love with Lenore…
