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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Heavy Price Paid To End The Deepest Of Dark Pains In my night-dreams, flies jargon of oracles wise and profound words given that break heavy chains by which I was once bound just a conversation with my dark-muse and her ancient friends as she promised, they provided a means to making of my amends tho', they are not angels, and each one exacts a heavy price one that costs this soul very dearly and I have to pay thrice! For when I reenter this dark world and walk among the dead I am commanded to do a ghastly deed, one I so truly dread kill, on first day of each week, not true villains as a great release my victims are to be the innocent or else their help will cease this long forty year vicious cycle only ends when I shall perish or dare'st to murder that which my heart most fervently so cherish! Alas! They knew well such great cost I would never ever dare to pay what do they say, poet's ink is the blood that keeps devils away yet all of my devils dance gaily within my red-blood splattered ink and to this day, I sorry at how low my desires caused me to sink tho' with glee, they told me this also would make it all go away if I would murder my own beloved wife and use her blood to pay! Now to commit that unthinkable act, its time has too soon came I had played with fire, sought the dark gods, played their game the oracles I told would get their last pay come full moon tonight this would bring buckets of blood, to their greatest of delights each one appeared and gave me more useless advice to seal the deal having no clue, that this old tired poet, himself would thus kill! All that gloomy day I worked to make sharp the sacrificial knife to kill the monstrous monster they had made, not its beloved wife she I had sent very far away, to visit her beloved family in Spain to spare her this night's bloody sight, never to see her again now the full moon has risen, that dark, dreaded midnight hour came I give you my friends, these sad words bereft of a dark poet's name! signed, In honor of my hero, Edgar Allan Poe 1-31-2019 Note, this now finished piece was the other poem(4th) that I had wanted to present when honoring Poe in my ongoing dedication series. I only just finished it today, early this morn. I hope you may find it dark, ghastly, and very Poe'esq in somber mood and its darkness..
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