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Awaking from a slumber sweet,
I heard a scuffle at my feet,
And rising from my pillow soft,
I saw her climb up to my loft.
With pupils wide from lack of light,
I recognized my guest that night--
It was my lover, sweet Marie,
Who stood there staring back at me.
When lo! behold, she drew a knife,
And with a stroke she took her life!
Her eyes from now would glow no more;
I watched life leave her on the floor.
My eyes! My eyes! I'd gone quite mad!
I clawed the first thing that I had!
The sheet! My neck! A noose would do!
It's tied!--And from the loft I flew!
An instant 'fore the noose drew tight,
While falling from that awful height,
I woke up from the dream at last--
Marie had died some four years past. |
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Originally Posted October 17, 2001. Reposted
on February 3, 2005.
Copyright 2005, 2001 by the Labyrinth and the United States Naval Academy,
http://www.usna.edu.
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