The time of anticipation, of darkness throughout the nation,
Monthly starved and waiting, perpetuating visions of fear
Sky above, so hypnotizing, adrenaline paralyzing
Hoping and dreaming of the occasion so seemingly near
The music aims for my soul through my tense, suffocating ear
That light, so blue and austere
(An assignment to integrate a personal poem with the rhyming and rhythm scheme of Poe's "The Raven", my teacher is a total Poe fanatic. I did enjoy the result, though)
