the dreams come
to life
in my head
as i lie
alone
in this bed
the bible
sits
next to the wine
behind the candle
a simple shrine
 

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i hold this book
in my hand
and i think
of what it must
have felt like
to feels his eyes
upon me
his heart heavy
words deeps
dark
seeded
with purpose
 

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on the shelf
the second one
from the back
to the front
a small cigar
on the right
of cheap wine
behind a worn
though never once lit
candle
of the Lord
and the children
placed understandably
next to a bible
on the right side
frontal view
of the display
being mentioned
is a wired art
picture frame
with an image of
one so lovely
and naked faerie
princess
which to the left
rests the memoir
of E.A.Poe
old and tattered
this book
the lithograph picture
vivid still
amidst the words
some will never
understand
and only see as
pain even sickness
something dark
deep
lonely
a small white
top hat
figurine
gold paint
delicately accents
its from
ah yes, lest i forget
i've not taken
this evenings
delight
not mentioned
as of yet
was the
unnamed
unmarked
bowl
cherubs
formed
along oneside
three dimensional
three inch figurine
inside
many days
missed
slept away
or forgotten
being saved
for a moment
should my muses
of sorts
feel the need
to entertain
perhaps even
allow me
to end this
final play
before the sun
rises
again