In ancient Italy
Vanilla clings to the shadows
ripe with the scent of wood softened by time
They linger in the rot and bloom of the wetlands
Charcoal smoke rises like incense from a cracked censer
The Raven Perfume Oil, Amber and Dark Musk west coast gothic In ancient ItalyOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more." Edgar Allen Poe "The Raven" served as the muse for our Edgar Allan Poe Collection, which also features "Nevermore," "A