At midnight, in the month of June
I stand beneath the mystic moon
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim
Exhales from out her golden rim
from The Sleeper" by Edgar Allan Poe
As a child I loved to explore and one day I stumbled on a cache of books in the garden of a demolished home..
I must have been about 9 or 10 years of age and in the pile of books I found myself drawn to one book in particular by Edgar Allan Poe. This was the start of a lifetime love of his dark Gothic tales.