The Conqueror Worm

Lo! 'tis a gala night
  Within the lonesome latter years!
  An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
  In veils, and drowned in tears,
  Sit in a theatre, to see
  A play of hopes and fears,
  While the orchestra breathes fitfully
  The music of the spheres.

  Mimes, in the form of God on high,
  Mutter and mumble low,
  And hither and thither fly-
  Mere puppets they, who come and go
  At bidding of vast formless things
  That shift the scenery to and fro,
  Flapping from out their Condor wings
  Invisible Woe!

  That motley drama- oh, be sure
  It shall not be forgot!
  With its Phantom chased for evermore,
  By a crowd that seize it not,
  Through a circle that ever returneth in
  To the self-same spot,
  And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
  And Horror the soul of the plot.

  But see, amid the mimic rout
  A crawling shape intrude!
  A blood-red thing that writhes from out
  The scenic solitude!
  It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
  The mimes become its food,
  And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
  In human gore imbued.

  Out- out are the lights- out all!
  And, over each quivering form,
  The curtain, a funeral pall,
  Comes down with the rush of a storm,
  While the angels, all pallid and wan,
  Uprising, unveiling, affirm
  That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,'
  And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. he was especially known for his amazing poem "Annabelle Lee". And we love the songs made out of his poetry. more…

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