The Man-A Tribute(Poem#8-High School Years)
Wings, as black as night
Casting shadows on light
Always, always tapping
Disturbing those napping
Tapping, tapping at a chamber door
He never knew why I came
Only hoping for something sane
Hoping for lost Lenore?
Nameless here forever more
For I shall come, ah nevermore
Nevermore be my name
And with death I came
To tame
His depression, but for him it is all the same
Now I stand on bust and Pallas
Exposing nothing but Malice
He quivers on the ground
As if listening for the sound
Of tapping
The cold air of December
Cooled each proud ember
As he soon remember
The soul of lost Lenore
Nameless for him evermore
But he thinks me a demon
Or, a craven
But I am only a Raven
From the Night's Plutonian shore
The shadows of my wings adore
But a Raven I am
Nothing More!
Set this proud man's troubled soul free
For only then shall he be
With the radiant maiden whom the angel's name Lenore
Nameless, Nevermore!
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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