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Quoth The Raven

Quoth The Raven

Under frosted blankets lay
On crispy frozen petals,
Sipping hearty beverages
Of dandelion and nettles,
As I gasp on misty chortles 
Reflecting in an icy puddle,
Deathly spirits reminisce
Outside my winter huddle.

Snow, snow, she hath no gold
To pave my path to spring,
The raven stole my summer 
To mend her broken wing,
I cannot pay my passage
If the mortal raven calls, 
Neither he nor the tally man
Can catch me if I fall.

Darkness lays round about 
In the silent fields of hell, 
Naked as the eerie sound
Of a distant tolling bell, 
My poisoned body squirming 
Upon my true loves eyes, 
Spreading feathers black as pitch 
She flies, she flies, she flies.

Autumn seems a distant dream
Of amber painted leaves,
So I'll sleep 'neath the canopy
That is woven into wreaths,
There I mock the starless sky
As it shrouds my oaken chest
"Good riddance" quoth the raven
As they lay my bones to rest.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 12/29/2015 9:46:00 AM
Cleverly written, Robert. You gave Poe a run for his money.
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