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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An Invitation To Poe's Dark Prison When you walk in those nether worlds no more bikini's, no more girls. Just darkness eating away at light every long corridor too damn tight. Back there, will your heart hurt cut the bone, bleed and spurt? Rake your corpse, waiting its rot endless sleep give it a dark shot. You know, mortal life is a dream curse you wear in another stream. Light holds you in its sad sway follow us into a dark realm's way. Here evil rules without a fight ripping claws gouge out your sight. No pain, as death rests within you armored vicious body, all brand new. Hidden wings sprout to let you fly into a dark and transforming sky. Toast if you come, may you dare nobody leaves, all is a nightmare. This shadow realm, holds its dark no fire exists, not even a spark. Fantasy swims, in its morbid way Soul is dead yet it yearns to play. Black deepness inhales each soul bringing new flesh is our goal. Dare if you must, eternity with us eating victims we rarely discuss. Know before you leap into our pit we are the darkness in every fit. We exist and blood we cry for more deny your prayer, open our door. Our raging master we know as Poe blasted here, how he doesn't know. Once blood and flesh he was graven heart and soul ate with the Raven. Every night he moans Annabel Lee and each door tries his black key. None open and he cries in sad rage why, O' why hold me in this cage? Then to our blood thirsty delight Poe bellows, we eat flesh tonight. Then he mounts a red, fiery throne sits there gnawing on an arm bone. Now we wait your first hungry urge the ache for flesh starts to surge. Weeping will never stop its spasms flesh waits in these hellish chasms. Poe now wakes his Raven to guide you have not a safe place to hide. We feel joy as your heart goes black soon your beast will be on track. Tonight you'll be his Annabel Lee your soul he holds never to free. Soon you will forget that sad place his touch makes hideous your face. A door opens, we hear your flight your arrival, his greatest delight. Yet again he will dine with you rotten flesh you'll both then chew! A HALLOWEEN POEM TRIBUTE TO THE GREAT EDGAR ALLAN POE.
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