The Poet

Etching tales that run in trails along a parchment sheet From feathered quill in trembling hand so longing now for sleep As black ink drips down from the lip that rounds the pewter well While a raven watches from his perch on the windowsill Fluttering flames dance above a pool of cooling wax As the candle wanes away against a night of velvet black Recalling long lost love again by the glow of candlelight In a dreamlike state the poet writes… long into the night Smouldering eyes upon the joy and sorrow of his life Alone but for his tears the poet writes and writes and writes Until he finds her there upon the shore of Evermore Standing at the foot of heaven’s door… his sweet Lenore His name a whisper on her lips above the ocean roar Until the well runs dry and the poet writes no more A broken quill on tearstained parchment in the early dawn But the poem he wrote that velvet night…still lives on and on. A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe Author: Elaine Cecelia George