On Edgar Allan Poe

I think perhaps, there is no sadder thing to know
   then many of the works of Edgar Allan Poe.
In reading those familiar bardic words
   I find I could be scared 
      of death, dreams, bells and birds.

Aside the tomb of his most beloved “Annabelle Lee”
   lie all the stormy raging of the deep Atlantic sea.
Loving and having once been alive and free
   but lost in death to someone else’s coveting,
     in the end, we all give in
   to the strength and wild tempest of the wind.
There are lesson taught that remain unlearned
  when life and liberties are too often spurned
     and we lie down beside the gentler morning tide
  to await our turn to touch the life and death divide.

In the dark shadows of oncoming night 
   I lit a candle to hold steady, soft and bright
to keep me safe when I was not awake
   keeping back the angels from my soul to take
I drifted off to quiet pleasured deeper somber scary sleep, 
  within  Poe’s  “A Dream Within A Dream” i did creep.

In silent ponderings I read and clearly heard “the Bells”
  awaiting each sound fill the air around which it swells
    in  the ringing, singing, tingling and clinging spells to tell
  of clamoring  steel and metal clashing, smashing, trashing,
    while all the world is spent of cost within its own created loss 
   repeating non-jubilant rehashed bashings
that sing out and shout and scream for more
   of hate and fear and pain and war 
     waiting to  pounce angrily in the name of God  
  to perpetrate God’s will in some hidden fraud.
   
Then  “The Raven” calls, causing all to be distraught
  at the writings, its verbiage, the readings exceeding naught.
There softly stepping was a vision imbedded in indebting
  that around me I wrapped the covers from my bedding
to no avail; the caw, the cries, the yells could not be stilled
  and I lost the powers of my mind, my heart, my will.
  as voices filled the air with shiver shaking chills four score
while in the shadows crept visions of his sweet lost “Lenore”,
  and there I stand along some solitary shore
  shouting to the wind, 
Nevermore.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Hlabisa Avatar
December 3, 2015 at 7:24 AM
Well thought and written. Congrats :-)
Negron Flores Avatar
December 3, 2015 at 6:59 AM
Congratulations DM Babbit.
A. Sharma Avatar
December 3, 2015 at 4:21 AM
Yet another lovely win DM.. big congrats!
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December 2, 2015 at 11:40 PM
Nice win
Hunjeri Avatar
November 30, 2015 at 2:46 PM
Wow! this is great! i love this. def a 7!
Lane Avatar
November 23, 2015 at 12:11 PM
Excellent, DM. Worthy of praise.
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