Twisted and Expelled
Twisted and Expelled
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As Edgar spoke of Never More,
and the bird perched apon his door
I sat is aweing, hoping, praying
for a sign it was conveying.
Was, it a tortured soul
brought up from the world below
a shadow,in bird form stancing
to do its bidding, of nightly dancing.
And was the tapping , creatures peering
waiting on a soon death nearing
Was Lenore death herself
beauty placed on memories shelf.
Was his minds eye, future telling
or his twisted soul, demons expelling
Within ones corruption, there exploding
a twisted ending, there unloading.
Whatever fare he might be feeding
serves us readers, there for eating
gobbling verses, as if addiction
starving , needing...our nutrition.
5/22/14- Jessica Thompson (With some versing from
"The Raven" by: Edgar A. Poe.. ( Beloved Poet)
Copyright © Jessica Thompson | Year Posted 2014
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