McGonagall's Stanza
'Twas about seven o'clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seemed to frown,
And the Demon of the air sem'd to say--
"I'll blow down the Bridge of Tay."
Revised Stanza:
A moon that blotted out the blood red sun,
A wind that mangled and twisted itself within the trees,
A rain that battered down all the dared to stand,
Accompanied a thunderhead, as messengers of catastrophe.
Then a stealthy menance that screeched to all,
"Tonight the Bridge of Tay will fall."
--Bethany S., Danyel, Jocelyn
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I worked on this poem along with Danyel. What we tried to do is keep the same general meaning of the stanza, but we thought that, because it is foreshadowing a tragic event, the stanza needed to be less rhythmic and happy. We tried to make the stanza more ominous so that it made everything more suspenseful and, well, just more fitting to the subject matter.
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