letra de from the case files of c. auguste dupin - terry scott taylor
[verse 1]
a tell-tale heart is softly beating
behind the walls, the floor, the ceiling
of the locked room where we’re kneeling
to touch the stain left by your bleeding
which formed this imprint of your head
[verse 2]
can these clues be more intriguing
when no whodunit is this misleading?
we’ve deduced you can’t be breathing
so are we premature in grieving
though it’s very clear that you are dead?
[bridge]
so bringing wits and secrеt ciphers
ipads, quills, pens, and typewritеrs
the book world’s prominent insiders
arrive to make our burden lighter
and to have a look around
that’s when gaiman, moore, and king say
“we have found a hidden doorway”
then going down a winding staircase
in lewis carroll-style, our foray
shortly leads us underground
[verse 3]
to a shadowy room that is concealing
truths sir doyle’s candlelight’s revealing
not dead ends, canards or double-dealings
herrings red or dark deceivings
folklore, myths, tall tales
or fables
[verse 4]
it is the thing we’ve all been seeking
once diaphanous and fleeting
a tell-tale heart still softly beating
wrapped in parchment we are reading
nailed to a bl–dy, broken table
[verse 5]
wide-eyed, stunned, and barely breathing
each sleuth silently retreating
without the need to say, in leaving
“there is enough here for believing
that is, of course, assuming we are able”
[outro]
so in the end, there’s this
the stunning final twist
all in all
we never saw
all we are now seeing
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