by Stephen Levant Mar 16, 2005
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Fanciful tales piqued one's imagination resting ruefully in the seat of conscience troubling. Mme. Shelley, the outpouring of creativity abode in dark recess soul's prison. From Whence didst thou retrieve it? Dare one even believe it? Percy Bysshe wept, then laughed, as his heart conspired with it. |
by mossgirl19
Wow...an admirer of Mary Shelley! I read from Percy Bysshe though. Hehe. All I know about her is that the idea of Frankenstein came to her though a dream! She had the worst nightmare. |