About Me: "...That motley drama!-oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased forever more, By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot, And much of Madness and more of Sin And Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!-it writhes!-with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out-out are the lights-out all! And over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with a rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm." -from Ligeia, Edgar Allen Poe ***** "Death can't seperate us from this love." -MxPx