I felt it just needed a poem, and I was bored out of my mind in English, so here goes...
Usher's Line
By: Ren
Upon a marshy bog,
There lived a man quite alone,
With only his sister and the fog.
I came to him, for I was his friend alone,
He wished for company, and I was just so inclined.
For surely as it went, the days fell by,
Came often upon a sober find.
She died soon after, but that may have been a lie.
We did lock her up and soon forgot
The corpse growing rot
Beneath our feet a story told,
To chase off dear Usher's mental fright
A ghastly ghost was she, as even more as dying,
Before me collapsed on Usher,
My mind, my heart fled not long after.
And as I turned the final chapter,
Down back to hell, the house did vanish,
With both its childern, Roderick and Madeline.
Yeah, I kinda got carried away and lost the rhyme half-way through, but I like it alot, and it gave me something to do as I listened to my American Literature teacher blather on and on about nothing....
~Out
Ren
