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Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered") The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky Once seen, it would hold you like super glue Only with life cursed, could you find out why. There it hid, back in ancient forest deep, Lording over seven massive black stones With it's mystery treasures it would keep, Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones. Some few dared look at it under moonlight For tales told of horrific bloody scenes Some went crazy while others lost their sight As it showed what real horror truly means! Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried He only man to see its darkest depths yet still live Fodder for dark tales written until he died Its treasures kept, cursing words were all it would give. Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird! Later one man studied well, this haunting tale One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree. There was method to his madness and brave plan Yet others would quake if they had only known He a great author, poet and even braver man Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own! For twenty years he had researched and learned Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned He often visited with bright sun tagging along. R.J. Lindley, Nov. 17th, 1974 PART TWO OF THREE- ("The Full Moon First Visit") Seven more years and his nightmares finally ended that fateful day he decided to face the beast These were no actions to be ill-taken or rescinded he must bring two white horses for -its - night feast. For Dark and Death demanded fresh, flowing blood and he being wise, thought it best, it not be his own A full moon, clear night sky, he needed light to flood even then, he prayed his courage had truly grown. The greatest treasure ever to be found by man that was the promised reward Master Poe had said With such a gift he knew what he could then plan for what more was life than dreams in man's silly head? All day he thought of the enchanted princess in his dream she of golden dress and wondrous searching eyes Truly glorious, precious treasure worth any daring scheme tho oft he wondered, could that dream be beast sent lies? Now with full moon risen he trekked to that evil place promise of love and golden treasures beyond all At every step visions of her beautiful beckoning face and melody of her voice singing its enticing call. With two white horses tied to the gnarly old tree sword in hand he stepped center of the black stones Began to read the oath written in that ancient decree calling for rise of the buried dried up human bones. As shadows appeared, white skeletal hands shot out blackened ground opened up and they thus rose He then saw Master Poe Appear and with a mighty shout the princess came, dressed in gold and black head to toe. Seeing him there, she smiled and this command she spoke break thy sword and vow my life to now forever embrace Now this solemn vow is to be eternal and not a joke once uttered true, away from here thee must swiftly race! R.J. Lindley, Nov. 17th, 1974 ( PART TWO OF THREE- ("The Full Moon First Visit") Note- Next- (Part Three of Three- The Return And The Promised Reward Given) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Ancient Tree, Treasure and Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve

Ancient Tree, Treasure And Mystery Even Poe Could Not Solve PART ONE -("The Darkness Poe Discovered") The old tree was tall, dark and gnarly too Massive limbs reaching up to strike the sky Once seen, it would hold you like super glue Only with life cursed, could you find out why. There it hid, back in ancient forest deep, Lording over seven massive black stones With it's mystery treasures it would keep, Under rock and dirt, rotting bags of bones. Some few dared look at it under moonlight For tales told of horrific bloody scenes Some went crazy while others lost their sight As it showed what real horror truly means! Some claimed master Poe once visited and cried He only man to see its darkest depths yet still live Fodder for dark tales written until he died Its treasures kept, cursing words were all it would give. Yet Master Poe left his O' so clever clues Pages stained with his own blood and cursed words Even he had paid dearly, its deadly dues Followed by its ever guarding Raven bird! Later one man studied well, this haunting tale One of Poe's own dark, cursed bloodline he be Brave and Pure he had seen the Gates Of Hell Living to return to see its ancient cursed tree. There was method to his madness and brave plan Yet others would quake if they had only known He a great author, poet and even braver man Wanted that buried treasure to be all his own! For twenty years he had researched and learned Seeing the tree by moonlight was insanely wrong With the deep fear, others had foolishly spurned He often visited with bright sun tagging along. R.J. Lindley, Nov. 17th, 1974 PART TWO OF THREE- ("The Full Moon First Visit") Seven more years and his nightmares finally ended that fateful day he decided to face the beast These were no actions to be ill-taken or rescinded he must bring two white horses for -its - night feast. For Dark and Death demanded fresh, flowing blood and he being wise, thought it best, it not be his own A full moon, clear night sky, he needed light to flood even then, he prayed his courage had truly grown. The greatest treasure ever to be found by man that was the promised reward Master Poe had said With such a gift he knew what he could then plan for what more was life than dreams in man's silly head? All day he thought of the enchanted princess in his dream she of golden dress and wondrous searching eyes Truly glorious, precious treasure worth any daring scheme tho oft he wondered, could that dream be beast sent lies? Now with full moon risen he trekked to that evil place promise of love and golden treasures beyond all At every step visions of her beautiful beckoning face and melody of her voice singing its enticing call. With two white horses tied to the gnarly old tree sword in hand he stepped center of the black stones Began to read the oath written in that ancient decree calling for rise of the buried dried up human bones. As shadows appeared, white skeletal hands shot out blackened ground opened up and they thus rose He then saw Master Poe Appear and with a mighty shout the princess came, dressed in gold and black head to toe. Seeing him there, she smiled and this command she spoke break thy sword and vow my life to now forever embrace Now this solemn vow is to be eternal and not a joke once uttered true, away from here thee must swiftly race! R.J. Lindley, Nov. 17th, 1974 ( PART TWO OF THREE- ("The Full Moon First Visit") Note- Next- (Part Three of Three- The Return And The Promised Reward Given) Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018