Dead End
On a grave two birds alight;
Ravens both, black as night.
To a tell-tale heart no longer beating,
"Nevermore" they keep repeating.
The demons claim the body below;
For here lies Edgar Allan Poe.
Janece Terry
September 28, 2019
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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