ANNABEL LEE
By Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee-
With a love that the wingŠd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!-that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea-
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


DESIGN
by Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth
-A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appal?-
If design govern in a thing so small.


BLACK DESTROYER
by A E van Vogt

On and on Coeurl prowled! The black, moonless, almost starless night
yielded reluctantly before a grim reddish dawn that crept up from
his left. A vague, dull light, it was, that gave no sense of
approaching warmth, no comfort, nothing but a cold, diffuse lightness,
slowly revealing a nightmare landscape.
Black, jagged rock and black, unliving plain took form around him,
as a pale-red sun peered above the grotesque horizon. ...


THE HALLOWEEN TREE
by Ray Bradbury

It's big, it's broad, it's bright...
It fills the sky of All Hallows' Night...
The strangest sight you've ever seen.
The Monster Tree on Halloween.

The leaves have burned to gold and red
The grass is brown, the old year dead,
But hang the harvest high, Oh see!
The candle constellations on the Halloween Tree!

The stars they turn, the candles burn
And the mouse-leaves scurry on the cold wind bourne,
And a mob of smiles shine down on thee
From the gourds hung high on the Halloween Tree.

The smile of the Witch, and the smile of the Cat,
The smile of the Beast, and the smile of the Bat,
The smile of the Reaper taking his fee
All cut and glimmer on the Halloween Tree...


PR 74 THE HORROR
by William Voltz

.. Finney hastened to comply. When he reached the bridge, Everson
looked at him sharply. And then he saw it - Finney was afraid!

"Alright, now what really happened?"

Finney's eyes focused on a spot in space at which he might stare
without arousing suspicion. Everson noticed that his lips trembled
when he spoke.

"I had a bad dream," Finney blurted out. "Don't think it's the
space squeebies or something, sir. You know I've got plenty of
flight time in the Big Vac - I mean, my IVO's sir." He was
referring to his rating credits for Interstellar Void
Orientation. "It was just a lousy nightmare."

"What did you dream?" persisted Everson stubbornly. He was
thinking of only a few minutes before when he had lain in his
own bed with a pounding heart.

"It's too childish, sir," replied Finney. "I thought . . . I mean,
it was like somebody . . . well, somebody was standing beside me." ...


IN STILLNESS BETWEEN STARS
by Mercurio D Rivera

.. "When the wolf's in town, it gobbles you down, down, DOWN!" ...


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