Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss, Part Three

Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss, Part Three To avert from setting sun, transfixed gaze from such entrapments, wake I in a haze Scenes of awe in pigments of reddish hues time there, centuries spent searching for clues! Mesmerizing dance, prelude to Night's host appears apparition of Poe's pale ghost Repetition set of true poet's heart ghoulish scenery cast forth at the start. Alas! Admiration forces this trek its terrors horrible and raw nerves wreck Yet to hear Poe's new verses as he speak soothes addicted heart, makes my knees grow weak! All so wondrous until the beasts appear then my old soul wakes to darkness and fear For cast in to Poe's visit is black rage to destroy brilliance of this poet sage. Moans and groans, echo in this horrid realm Poe himself bows to monster at the helm I stand so still, hoping to not be seen as oft my stomach turns, my face goes green. As more foul creatures walk into this room soon comes the hellish smell of blacken doom Stench increases as Poe ends his great words then enters more of the bloodsucking herds! That feeling of dawn's soon to come bright rays tells me soon, evil will its guise betray Master Poe will be clawed red, as before as his body is cast through the red door! That moment my prayer escapes my lips I beg God to please save these sinking ships Cast that monstrous beast in far deeper still and not let its servants our dear Poe kill! Robert J. Lindley, 9- 27- 2018 Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe) , Part Three Note: When inspired, let the pen dance. If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind. Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..