Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast, The First Battle, Part One
Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast,
The First Battle, (Part One)
From devil's cup black Stygian waters he drank
from that first morbid hellish gate further he sank
into a turbulent and malignant abyss
a victim of that hideous she-devil's kiss
his mission to deceive and gain lover's reprieve
to become the hero some would never believe.
Now at last into hell's dungeon he was cast
among a devil's black mass, would his courage last
hearing evil sounding bells, and black magic spells
stepping on dead and dying, O' the rotting smells
bravely walking towards that torture chamber door
his goal a rescue of his beloved Lenore.
No Paean dirge could ever shatter his shuttering urge
to return to land of life and world's flooding surge
leaving behind hideous sights burning his mind
onward in haste, his Lenore he was there to find
a moment, a cowardly thought, not to be caught
he boldly overcame such fear as he was taught.
Through massive iron door there on dank, filthy floor
bound in heavy chains, this precious love, Lenore
weeping in dire distress, in bloody ripped dress
accused of sins she could she never confess
suddenly from down the hall, came that fierce-some call
Raven shouting, come this outing, let have a ball!
Like a shot, he yelled, Raven, give all you got
I have no dread, shall slay you instead, watch you rot
from the pungent black, Raven began to attack
battle raged, of time both combatants lost track
came a mighty moan and Raven had away flown
hero had won and such brilliant prowess thus shown.
Robert J. Lindley,
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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