[
  {
    "title": "The Conqueror Worm",
    "author": "Edgar Allan Poe",
    "lines": [
      "Lo! 'tis a gala night",
      "  Within the lonesome latter years!",
      "An angel throng, bewinged, bedight",
      "  In veils, and drowned in tears,",
      "Sit in a theatre, to see",
      "  A play of hopes and fears,",
      "While the orchestra breathes fitfully",
      "  The music of the spheres.",
      "",
      "Mimes, in the form of God on high,",
      "  Mutter and mumble low,",
      "And hither and thither fly--",
      "  Mere puppets they, who come and go",
      "At bidding of vast formless things",
      "  That shift the scenery to and fro,",
      "Flapping from out their Condor wings",
      "  Invisible Wo!",
      "",
      "That motley drama--oh, be sure",
      "  It shall not be forgot!",
      "With its Phantom chased for evermore,",
      "  By a crowd that seize it not,",
      "Through a circle that ever returneth in",
      "  To the self-same spot,",
      "And much of Madness, and more of Sin,",
      "  And Horror the soul of the plot.",
      "",
      "But see, amid the mimic rout",
      "  A crawling shape intrude!",
      "A blood-red thing that writhes from out",
      "  The scenic solitude!",
      "It writhes!--it writhes!--with mortal pangs",
      "  The mimes become its food,",
      "And the angels sob at vermin fangs",
      "  In human gore imbued.",
      "",
      "Out--out are the lights--out all!",
      "  And, over each quivering form,",
      "The curtain, a funeral pall,",
      "  Comes down with the rush of a storm,",
      "And the angels, all pallid and wan,",
      "  Uprising, unveiling, affirm",
      "That the play is the tragedy, \"Man,\"",
      "  And its hero the Conqueror Worm."
    ],
    "linecount": "40"
  }
]