This All Hallows' Eve, the dolorous ravens' flight of shadows, and spirits' murmuring amidst the cold headstones, gives me a passionate rush of frosted breath, moonlit owls' candlelight orbs, the bells, funerary bells, my love is not lost, devoted to you, of another century, as I fall asleep upon ebony roses, at your Westminster churchyard grave. ~ my heart mourns Edgar Allan Poe ~