An Evening of Edgar Allan Poe with Vincent Price.

by Rainer Maria Rilke You, darkness, that I come fromI love you more than all the firesthat fence in the world,for the fire makes a circle of light for everyoneand then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything-shapes and fires, animals and myself,how easily it gathers them! –powers and people-…

Of all our fears, there’s none so real       as the terror little children feel when something from the closet peers,       as darkness falls and bedtime nears. The walking dead,       a chopped-off head,             each one instills a special dread. But yet more frightening than these,       the thing that makes your marrow freeze, and haunts adulthood like…

Is all that we see or seem, but a dream within a dream?⁠— Edgar Allan Poe