Raven Speak Not To Me, For a Plague Flees Thy Lips

Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save, none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the helm. Yet even in such pains, one must seek out the Light for the blind can see, if they embrace truest of sight! Wayfarer now in hideous ancient abodes mind burning flames, blasts of misery that explodes, born of the vile demons that plagued Master Poe from fiery depths they sprang, as savage and dark foe. What greater black-curse can one thus be forced to bear or evil that sends monsters that nightly scare? Raven speak not to me! For plague flees thy lips weeping soul, prays not to enter such ghastly trips, save your epic lashings and thy horrific calls as well as scalding-hot brands from thy torture halls. We that saw deepest pains, you once sent Master Poe enter not chambers or beg more accursed shows! Your friends attack, forcing each soul to further flee from hell's first dark levels, with its pitiful pleas, into caverns wicked, filled with flesh eating beasts with each new arrival cry, more food for our feasts. Sirens lure fleeing lost souls into black-sea pits always seeking, more blood, deeper cuts, harder hits! Raven, thy terror-nights will soon come to end for in bright flooding lights, I have found a new friend, stalwart ally, armed with more than long sharp teeth one whose true faith, will silence thy calls from beneath. Dawn's shimmering lights, you shall plague me no more I bow to he, his powers seals your wicked door! Robert J. Lindley, Dark Poetry, ( Poe, Raven and Nightmares) 12-18-2018