Bavaria Has Her Body Now...

Prompting Poe from his eternal slumber: 

    "Nevermore, this." He rolled over and grumbled.
Filmic thrills, increasing weight. 

9:16 ... sizing greatness.
Wrapping gift, boxing quote, 

Pecuniary pen ushering gold.

The ghastly pains at pillowside

Marred by mare, my dying bride
Oh, love of loves under autumn shrub
Whose face inspires my burning lungs 
This earth--my hell, a tempestuous lust.

Ruing the day that I dug you up.

Did you find it nice? 

That I was there for every need.

'Til I tended my own..

And that was when you needed to leave.

Is there salt in your eyes, my heart?

Did you see where the darkness blinks?

I took a step when you paused,

Moving silently in your thoughts.