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.