It will remain tradition
Of ember burning ember
'Til someday 'come a fire
In bleak, distant December.
Looking back with aching heart,
How fondly I'll remember
Being not so far away
From a different sort of ember;
A different sort of toungue
Will be speaking this December-
In a pained and lonely heart
With that other heat remember.
Author notes
Ember is one of my favorite words ever. When I was about eight, I was planning on changing my name to that, but then I was afraid that people would think I was copying Amber, who was a grade-sixer I was fairly enamoured with (She starred in the school christmas play, and still helped me with my elf-makeup! I was certain she was the coolest thing alive) Random story aside, I like this poem.
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Coolio. I like how you used words and a few phrases from The Raven, but made them your own.
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Yeah, I had been thinking about that poem, and I loved his use of repetition of such pleasing rhymes. They worked really well with how I was feeling.
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