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Occurrence Chaos and confusion One man's disillusion Where I am Where I've been ... Trying to get loose Neck in a noose Hands tied tight Hope worn thin ... Only feeling to find In the depths of my mind Darkness to dispel The light fading fast ... Farther so quick Red glow of the wick Bright remains Where wind has passed ... Nemesis fierce Ambrose Bierce The dignitary Death In full dress arrives ... The lever released Like an unchained beast Sharp and suddenly My subconscious survives ... Dead man's dream Vivid would seem Reality Yet imagination ... Many pathways Vast endless maze Discovery And temptation ... The focus is this One thing missed Fate frowns On an inventive soul ... Losing my mind Creating what binds Chaos and confusion With control |
Additional Notes:
Ambrose Bierce(1842-1914?) , best known for his biting wit and masterful short stories, served for three years as a sergeant of volunteers with the 9th Indiana Regiment. Bierce, who originally signed three-month enlistment papers in 1861 at the age of 18, saw his first major action at Shiloh in April of 1862. That experience and the many others that followed left him a changed and disillusioned man. Many of his short stories, including the well-known and beautifully written An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, are based on his recollections of the War.
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Bierce disappeared from public view in 1914 when he failed to return from a trip into war-torn Mexico. It is presumed that he was either a casualty of that war or the victim of bandits. No trace of him has ever been found.
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