Ms Poe's Dark X-Mas

My queen, dip your quill in blood and write me a Sonnet on this Christmas night Santuary where there’re wilted rose buds; sit tell me a story of the demonic acolyte Paint me a poetic picture in my mind’s eye, so the images make love to my brain Obscure words I begin to identify encompass me like a raging hurricane! Entice me with your verse and take my mind away this Christmas night. Spiritual hell in this cell, is my curse and only you can feed my ravenous appetite Descendant of Mr. Poe, you emerge from the shadow of death. Abstract words setting my being aglow; taking my very breath! Recite, “The Raven” to quick start my heart, to fill up the pages of my writing pad. Keys open the door to my haven, in which lies Edgar Allen Poe, my granddad! Xrays show a heart as black as coal Macabre of poetic art corrupting my very soul! Acrostic ode to Ms Poe on this eerie Christmas Night! Santa can’t stomach her dark mode, for under the mistletoe lies the demonic acolyte!!