'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil!'
I can't believe myself! She's so upset with me. I wish only for my prize to grace my ears with her beautiful name. She must think me the foulest of creatures! Smash
'Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore'
God sent me this gorgeous woman, but she's making me feel as though it was the devil himself that sent her to me. Her temper is appalling! She's made me break the frame for Lenore's last picture as well. Sigh
'Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted, on this home by horror haunted'
I don't wish to turn to harsh methods to teach her obedience. I want her to love me wholeheartedly. If I need to hurt her, it's her own doing. I'm at no fault for needing to teach her how to treat me, her soul mate. Groan
'Tell me truly, I implore is there - is there balm in Gilead? Tell me, tell me, I implore!'
I truly hope she is more reasonable in the morning. I'm running low on patience for her, especially with the cuts to my cheek. Not too deep, luckily. But I still must tend to it. Only the Lord knows what will happen to her if I pass from a silly infection. Click
Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'
No sense worrying myself so. Especially before bed. My scratches are cleaned, I have a plan for the morning, and the lights are off. I believe I've earned a spot of rest. Yawn
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Midnight at The Lake
HorrorMy entry for the Under The Sea writing contest. The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe is incorporated in this work, I do not claim to own the poem. Other than that, the work is my own.
