Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Videos
Resources
Syllable Counter
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Quotes
Short Stories
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 216.73.216.214
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Forty-Eight that parallel... above which no man need go. For there doth dwell the demon... with his sultry bride from hell. Water's frozen, sky's a'fire... sea o'forsaken desire. Doth sure now lure a'many sailor-lad... 'twixt depths of irk and ire. So 'twas set black sail aloft... from deck o'ship so fleet. As day broke solemn winsome soft... that devil 'twas I to meet. Oh... Raven did'st indeed forewarn... blackest beak did mouth such scorn. Were I to sail nor'west that morn'... 'twas surely then I'd rue... that day 'twas I e'er born. So demon did from lofty perch... look down at me to say... "Ye've naught to fear but fear itself... on this your fateful day". And that devil he did sing that day... his voice uncommon low. Of that which he'd then cast for me... On swiftsure wind did blow. Oh his tale 'twas a fearsome chant... O'death and gore such rant... Whil'st stood me there upon that frozen deck... My ship a'ghastly forlorn wreck. His bride with eerie smile... Did'st stand so by his side... Casting thus her evil eye... Upon me far and wide... Then she too joined that tenebrous awful song... Now sung by two yet sound o'throng... Those very decks upon which I stood... Creaked now groaned they as rotted wood. Their song took pitch o'fever hot... As did'st my soul begin to fly... From mind as body succumbed to rot... Slowly to that devil's sky... 'Twas known to me in just that glance... 'Twas my day to die. Nay! Nay! Say I....as my soul begins to flee... I've such the thought as need be heard... I'll take not this devil at his softsung malicious word... Call his sultry bride to silence... Her song is naught but curse... And me I've been a'sea... so've lived thru surely worse! Stay ye now that demon chant so to leave me room for thought! For that death-knell bell of happenchance... to me doth mean but naught. Aye! I'll stand before your ghastly eye... You that devil and your bride... And give you reason with which to see... My soul shall e'er be free! Nay I'll not... sink to rot, beneath your hazen fires. Nor shall I be equal free, with thoughts of your desire. 'Tis sure of this-that-day which may so be the last... That your devil's song is truly one of which I am aghast. As did I speak that devil did... His sword of brimstone fire... Ready high to slay me down... On that deck now come so dire. Thus did'st I send mine own blade... Had smiths of old so made... A'flight that night o'demon chant... To strike his sullen bride!
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required