1 The Fly

The Fly

Once upon a midnight a dreary, while I pushed at my bedtime bleary

As my energy seeps, nearly exhausted, there came a buzzing

of an atrocious knocking, knocking on my ceiling light

'tis a visitor, crashing on my ceiling light

'twas this as the sound baffles into the night

...

and the fly, never ceasing, constantly abuzzing,

abuzzing at my ceiling light

landing on the white canvas of the wall, just above my floor

with its eyes, disoriented as if possessed

and the bulb, shining brightly in protest

and my displeasure of that sound, trying to chase it out

and into the night, the silence will forever be ringing about