Poe's darkness calls to such as I, an ember,
a velvet covered wing chair's grasp on dark nights.
I seek the maudlin moan of his December
to nurse an aging form and love's lost delights.
As Poe has said, "distinctly I remember..."
his sweetest kiss and the wound he left in flight.
So, by the hearth sit such as I in shadow,
Raven in hand by the firelight's ruddy glow.
Contest: Poetry about Poetry
Poem Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven
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