Sunrise on the Reaping

They will not use my tears for their entertainment.

I hear her voice singing a piece of her poem, her name song.

Deep into that 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?”

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