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Ideas in terror possessed my mind, and a thrill of fear ran through me.

For reality I wished to exchange ghastly images, I see them still.

With closed shutters struggling moonlight, I opened my terror, and darkness I find

On morrow, my story, I made a transcript of my waking dream

When death and grief where nothing but words not a truth in my heart

Perhaps our parts with vital warmth brought together endued with life

Reborn!

Successive images that arose in my mind, the usual bounds of a reverie

Successive words arose from my pen, unusual sounds you'll never believe.

Polluted by crimes and torn by remorse where can I find rest but in death?

Sensation of horror not to be described these bloody years will never end.

I proved a wet often confined, some ghost stories into my hands

"I shall collect from funeral pyre this misery frame

consumed to ashes its remains may afford no life"

Sometimes seized - with agony he told his tale, he told to me.

Will my guiding spirit conducting to daemon

allow the rest I so much desire?

"Cursed be the day, you first saw light,

abhorred monster fiend that thou art!"

"I am thy creature, make to me a bride

Or I'll be there at your wedding's night."