He had a very old friend,
who sent him a letter.
His friend said, “Come over,
to make me feel better.”
He arrived at the house,
which felt gloomy and sad.
While remembering the days,
when he was a young lad.
Melancholy
filled this good old friend’s heart
‘cause good ole memories
were made from the start.
There were lights in the house,
that appeared to be eyes;
that looked down on him,
Like the spirit of usher, in disguise.
Inside was a haunting,
just like there was outside,
but the worlds indoors and out
seemed to collide.
Everything felt depressing,
when he was with friend Usher.
He wanted to leave,
but didn’t want to feel like a rusher.
The great house of Usher
took a great fall.
The great house of Usher
crashed once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow...this is a realllllly good poem....keep writing.=]