Alive!

-Thrice the brinded cat has mewed! -Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined! -Harpy cries: " 'tis time! 'tis time!" Round about the cauldron go In the poisoned entrails throw Skin of toad and spike of bone Sharpened on an eagle stone Serpent's egg and dancing dead Effigy of beaten lead Double double trouble you Bubble in a witches' brew Fillet of a fenny snake In the cauldron boil and bake Eye of newt and toe of frog Wool of bat and tongue of dog Lizard leg and fairy wing Round about the cauldron sing Double double trouble you Bubble in a witches' brew Root of mandrake dug at night When the moon is full and bright Slip of yew and twig of fern Make the fire dance and burn For our will it will be done When the hurlyburly's done Double double trouble you Bubble in a witches' brew Double double toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble Double double trouble you Bubble in a witches' brew Double double toil and trouble Like a hell-broth boil and bubble Double double trouble you Bubble in a witches' brew

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping As of someone gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in a bleak December And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; Presently to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- Merely this, and nothing more." Out into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this, and nothing more Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before "Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore 'Tis the wind and nothing more." Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Now the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have gone before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted- On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore- Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven stretched above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Now the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Will be lifted- nevermore!

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

Hot like the sun Wet like the rain Green like the leaves Life is a game Stars in my head Shine Moon shine Everything's cool And I feel fine! Can you touch The root that feeds us? Can you hear The words that I say? Can you feel The music move you? Can you feel alive today? Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedibodah Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedah (Goddess Vana Sweet vernal goddess) Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedibodah Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedah Falledal do, falledal dea Falledal do, falledal da Falledal do, falledal dea Ya Vana Dea ribeda (Dance for Vana Hail goddes of spring) Can you touch The root that feeds us? Can you hear The words that I say? Can you feel The music move you? Can you feel alive today? Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedibodah Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedah Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedibodah Vana Dea Dzjo Vana Dea La Vana doh Aribedah Falledal do, falledal dea Falledal do, falledal da Falledal do, falledal dea Ya Vana Dea ribeda Can you touch The root that feeds us? Can you hear The words that I say? Can you feel The music move you? Can you feel alive today? Strong like the grass, tall like a tree Free like the wind, eternally Nothing to lose, nothing to gain Just running wild, again and again and again... Can you touch The root that feeds us? Can you hear The words that I say? Can you feel The music move you? Can you feel alive today? Falledal do, falledal dea Falledal do, falledal da Falledal do, falledal dea Ya Vana Dea ribeda Bumblebees and blossom, only trees and me Humble bees and blossom, only trees and me...

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

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Are you going to Scarborough fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... Remember me to a girl who lives there If she would be a true love of mine... Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... Between the sea and the silver sand If she would be a true love of mine... Tell her to plow it with a dandelion thorn Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... And sow the field with spirits unborn If she would be a true love of mine... Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... And gather it all in flowers of heather If she would be a true love of mine... Tell her to weave it on unicorn bone Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... And dye it red with the blood of old stone If she would be a true love of mine... Tell her to make me a funeral shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... With the stitches all of graveyard dirt If she would be a true love of mine... Tell her to find me where the banshee sings Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... Then fly to me on Angel wings Then she would be a true love of mine...

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026

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Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale. (x2) I have not seen thy sunny face Nor heard thy silver laughter: No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life's hereafter Enough that now thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale. (x2) A tale begun in other days When summer suns were glowing- A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing- Whose echoes live in memory yet Though envious years would say 'forget.' (x2) Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread With bitter tidings laden Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear Who fret to find our bedtime near. (x2) Without, the frost, the blinding snow The storm-wind's moody madness- Within, the firelight's ruddy glow And childhood's nest of gladness The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. (x2) And, though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story For 'happy summer days' gone by And vanish'd summer glory- It shall not touch, with breath of bale The pleasance, of our fairy-tale. (x2) Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale

Submitted by Immortal — Feb 21, 2026