The Bloodstone, the Raven and Master Poe, Part Two of Three
The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe,
Part Two of Three
For seven years it had been wickedly clever
Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires
When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never
Not until your soul rests on the burning pyres
Yet Poe now keenly aware this was no dream
And with accursed fever, praying it to cease
Sought help from a young friend to form a team
Anything, anything to gain his release.
Raven now knew it was time to a truth real
That soon, very soon, it would make Poe cry
And with fiendish delight his true love kill
And forever all of his happiness deny
That night Poe lost it, flew into a rage
Scribing vows that few men would dare to utter
His blood was ink splashing onto each page
Gnashing teeth as each word he would mutter.
Raven too had hatched a brilliant new plan
A week he invisibly watched -showing no sign
Having realized Poe that was no ordinary man
Watching with hellish glee, as Poe scribed each line
This great battle was to be a battle of wits
Spread from night skies down to Plutonian shores
Beneath burning rocks into dark putrid pits
Two warriors set about to even the scores.
Poe rose each morn, a new fire in his steady eyes
For he could not Raven's dreaded threat forget
He must never blink- always seek to true prize
For nothing like this beast had he ever met
Raven each night, flew up from far below
With only inflicting pain on its hellish mind
That its hate was immense and each night grows
Could not see, that it would soon make it blind.
Thinking, smiling with time, time was on its side
And had not Fate to its evil demands agreed
Raven wings stretched for a victory ride
So very content to watch Poe's heart bleed
Yet Fate and Poe both decried its dark heart
In determination was born a plan
One sure to upset Raven's applecart
Must be executed as a long range plan.
It would use Raven's immense vanity
As well rely on a couple old traps
Twist or two to test Raven's sanity
And have Raven running few hundred laps
Poe who had never depended on Fate
Was all in as it was sure to go well
Raven would discover it far too late
And wake to again find itself in Hell.
First to inform about the game, Poe's friend
A young lad most clever and truly bright
He would have to hate Poe, only pretend
And make Raven believe it that dark night
Now to get the dagger and blood-red ink
Rehearse the scene while Raven was away
Water down the whiskey Poe was to drink
And in its success each sincerely pray.
Night again came, Raven was there with glee
Raven sat with its happy evil soul
Poe's room was dark almost too dark to see
Was necessary to achieve the goal
Poe began by decrying his sad plight
The constant torment was driving him mad
Complaining this agony was not right
What had he ever done that was so bad?
Muttering how his life he would soon end
And join his beloved in that dark place
Death take me, Poe called- this poor soul send
That again I may see her pretty face
Raven watching, thought this is what I need
Poe destroyed dying in deep disgrace
Beg I true evil let me see him bleed
No other joy could ever this replace!
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2021
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Note:
Part three is about halfway written, to complete
this horror tale it will be quite a bit longer than
the previous two parts and will definitely require
some time to edit and finalize... So bear with me
as my having been ill has slowed me down a lot.
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