An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or ‘The Haunted Palace’ Chonny Jash

[Intro]
A round of applause for our good pal Frankenstein
Oh, settle down, settle down, I know, Frankenstein's the scientist
Oh, me? No, no, no, no, don't be absurd
I've no tales to tell nor songs to sing
Well, not of my own
So how about I regale you with a story of a dear friend of mine?
My name remains unimportant
But this is An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or 'The Haunted Palace'

[Verse 1]
I staggered, as it were, 'pon yon shambled, pallid house
Not in gait, but in the soul
So desolate can an image of once proud distinction bе
When interned bеneath time's sacramentary toll

[Verse 2]
Insufferable, the sight of such a miserable wretch as he
A friend at once alive and stone-cold dead
A musician of the string, he compelled his guitar to sing
And at last, and for the first, I heard such frightful, dreadful, doleful, dismal
Intensely conscious dread
He said:

[Verse 3]
"In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted
Once a fair and stately palace
Radiant palace reared its head
In the monarch Thought's dominion
It stood there
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair"