She a Dream Raven, Ghost of Ill Repute
(1.)
Beware, Nightmarish Dreams Are Oft By Raven Sent,
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)
When incantations stoke fiery embers,
eerie nights, their sounds roust to remember
ghosts of yesteryears, so birthed to dark play
within nightmarish dreams, as monsters slay.
Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.
When whisperings through low wailing mists creep
into lonely aches that seep in so deep
coldest chills falling from moaning skies
fail to dampen those horrid muffled cries.
Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.
When cursing voice eats away lighted glow
and within fated views, a wicked show
brings echoing screams asking out the why
mercy leaves and the innocent must die?
Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.
When blackest of night stabs as its hours wane
into ghoulish dreams and anguishing pain
one must pray for dawn's shine and light of day
to slay Raven's black-spirit sent to play.
Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-22-2019
Dark Rhyme, ( A dedication to poetic imagination and Master Poe )
Dark Rhyme, ( When Night's Disturbing Echoes Waken Tired Souls )
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(2.)
She A Dream Raven, Ghost Of Ill Repute,
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)
In truth, an angry Raven full of bile
She a she-devil, a nightmarish dream
her touching wicked and her laughter vile
evil her style, lies flowing in her streams!
She a dream Raven, ghost of ill repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.
Hidden blades her claws and beauty her face
blindness her tool, shadows her false mirage
creeping down halls, your true sight to erase
smile on her face, your desires to massage!
She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.
Only friends, her hideous demon pets
in squads answering her dark tempting calls
creating scenes of lust, topping all bets
as greed and sin besets, your honor falls!
She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.
Destroyer of peace, at wrecking your all
her voice enchanting, its power so sweet
she a murdering beast, with bloody paws
ending dark calls, before dawn's glow you meet!
She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.
Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Rhyme, ( A dedication to poetic imagination and Master Poe )
Dark Rhyme, ( When Peaceful Dreams Are Besieged By A Raven's Calls )
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Total # Words::::174
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Note:
When Dark Reality Demands A Poet Writes Using Imagination As A Release
I decided to write using poetic imagination as a vehicle and as a soothing release from the tragic, darken times that we are all now going through.
With the subject matter the fantastic, imaginative works of Edgar Allen Poe- I've chosen to give tribute to this famous poet genius. A man that surely had his "demons" far, far more than his fair share of heartbreak and disappointments in life. And even controversy on the true cause of his death.
I hope that this new blog can be a diversion from the dark, scary world
that is now casting doom and gloom as its most unwanted gift to the world.
See my new blog on this, with additional information..
God bless,you, the one, and the all.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2020
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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