The Conqueror Worm, by Edgar Allan Poe
A! 'a a a a    A a a a affirm! All all amid, an, and    And and, and and and and, And and and and, and and    And angel angels are at at, Be be become bedight bewinged    Bidding blood breathes but by.
Chased, circle come comes condor Conqueror crawling crowd,    Curtain down drama drowned, Each ever evermore fangs fears—    Fitfully flapping fly, food for forgot form Form formless fro from from funeral    Gala go god gore hero high hither, Hopes horror human imbued In in    In In!
In in intrude—invisible, is it    It it it its its! Its latter Lights lo lonesome low,    Madness man mere mimes mimes mimic more, Mortal motley much mumble music mutter night    Not not of-of of, Of of of Of, of oh on Orchestra,    Out Out out out out over pall.
Pallid pangs, phantom play play plot    Puppets quivering red returneth! Rout rush-same scenery scenic see see seize    Self seraphs shall! Shape shift!—Sin sit!—sob solitude soul    Spheres spot storm sure tears, That that that that that that    The the the the.
The—the the the the—the the!    The, the the the the, The the, the theatre their,    They thing things thither throng through tis to, To to tragedy, uprising unveiling vast veils,    Vermin, wan, while While who wings with with with, “Within,”    Wo worm writhes writhes Writhes Years.