While I nodded, nearly napping <br />suddenly there came a tapping <br />as someone suddenly rapping at <br />my chamber door <br /> <br />Oh, my chamber door <br />why do you rap at someone suddenly <br />rapping <br /> <br />I crawling slow and below <br />to where the long road <br />bent to the underground <br /> <br />Two roads offered, <br />diverged <br /> <br />He, <br />who once knocked <br />at my chamber door <br /> <br />Told me so, <br />to take the shortcut road <br /> <br />Advised me, <br />that ugly fool <br />also introduced him <br />as the Old Scratched <br /> <br /> <br />Pushing, he laughs away, <br />And up I go, <br />And down I go, <br />The seat creaks ominously, <br />The rope begins to fray, <br />Rubbing against a bough. <br /> <br /> <br />Eyes and wings and souls of black <br /> <br />The very essence of true beauty <br /> <br />To bring the chaotic era back <br /> <br />Is their one and only duty, <br /> <br />that is he, <br />who my chamber meat.<br /><br />Daniel Ilyas ilyas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-1775/
