A Thousand Ravens
A twilight thought of your mysterious powers,
in my lonely watch hours,
as a thousand Ravens in whispered flight,
their ebony eyes reflected in the moonlight.
Your poetry, my legendary prince,
Westminster's gates cannot contain-
you captivated me ever since,
my youth with a maiden heart,
your verses of love I do impart,
I'm advanced in my years,
and have rained my share of tears.
Oh, if only I could have known you,
gazing into a photograph of your
treasured eyes to which I cannot bid adieu.
Your spirit soars in its glories,
as I read your timeless Gothic stories.
I feel October's creeping bones of chill,
your tragic life, Edgar, then your pen
went still.
My hearth is embers fading to
sleep's calling,
but my devotion never falling.
I hear the awakened owl's hoot,
my joy for your gift of words resolute,
as a thousand Ravens encircle the
morose moon,
and I dream of you midst the gloom. ~
Copyright ©
Regina Elliott
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