Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Specie of the Dark #7



The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me:
I will not, cannot go.


Emily Brontë, "The Night".

6 comments:

itzktb said...

Very, very nice.

runnerfrog said...

Thanks for the feedback. :-) I wasn't expecting anything.

itzktb said...

Is the image undeserving?

runnerfrog said...

Didn't impressed me much. My verification word is InAll, so all in all, I'm glad you liked it.

itzktb said...

And mine is "Worthi"!

runnerfrog said...

You are :-)
Oh, you find the most amazing verification words. Please visit Wordification... seriously, Admin, give us the pleasure before another job takes all your time away again. ;-)

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