The complete set of all three poems, honoring Edgar Allan Poe !!!! - Robert Lindley's Blog

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*First poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*

From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
(Written for the third poet on the list in my poet dedication series)

Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner, old Master Poe
chained to his cell, held captive by Raven's powers to show
down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign
all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain.
From its throne, flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat
as Raven's prison guards, knock old Master Poe off his feet
then Raven transform back into the human Ravenking
with anger and heartless ire, at Master Poe's head flings
the ruby-red ring that Poe once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee
and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see!
 
With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee
she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee
her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered
her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered.
One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks
for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books
gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love
it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove
as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud
out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood.99

Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told
reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold
horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in
from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins.
Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance
verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance
we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains
for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains
Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands
for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands!

With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours
beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers
every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation
all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station.
Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink
tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think
how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love
not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove
with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me
were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free!

Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt
Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt
turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart
have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart.
Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true
remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you
guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone
she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones
dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away
nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray.

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall, as sure as all Poetry knows my name
yes Lord, your warnings I choose to ignore to gain fame and treasure
it cost us Love's truth, gave blood, doom and gloom in equal measure.
I beg you, with your power stop cruel torture, this savage brutal display
for there is no great price that I will not right happily agree to pay
and even unto my death if that be your decision and your divine will
instead of her, let his evil hands my blood, my guts, this night spill
I beseech you, I pray this great mercy, its honor and saving grace
from this hideous old demon, remove my Annabel Lee, her every trace!

Ravenking finally taking notice, hearing old Master Poe's request
laughed that wicked laugh and shouted out -is that, is it your best
that you moan and with futility pray when I have you curse bound
for 'tis I, that gave all the glory and fame your sorry soul ever found.
Ask, but know this, nobody here ever rules over me the mighty Ravenking
for here my powers are absolute and here for every crumb all must sing
here all are condemned and here none may ever leave, all shall remain
such is punishment for greed, lusts and all glory they sought to gain 
so now that you have had your pitiful little useless human pleas
you watch, as I break her frail bones by the two's, even by the three's!

At that moment the curtain slowing moved and then it slowing fell
a rustle, a low creak as from behind it a demon strolled out to tell
Act One has now ended, please stay in your seats, soon comes Act Two
Ravenking has promised, it too will be dark and bloody through and through.
In keeping with old Master Poe's legendary image we am to please
so enjoy the show, its horrors and sit back for more at your sweet ease
for none would dare want to miss the gruesome scenes from the next Act
as our wicked show has now only just begun and that is a solid gold fact
Ravenking has brought some friends, fresh from Hades's pits, now unbound
you will be rewarded by their victims and their new agonizing loud sounds!

Act Two, waits from an old and very tired poet to write its dark evil verses
his knowledge of this dark world, just may shed more Light on its many curses
should his poet pen falter and leave you in state of confusion and suspense
remember this, Master Poe's curse, the Raven, the Ravenking are only pretence.
Know Poe's magnificent writings came from genius, inked-sweat from his brow
tho' we may sincerely try gaining fame, its elusive treasures, so few know how
yet our famous old Master Poe has his and truly none can ever take that away
if one reads his fantastic and golden verses, they just may find their own way
just be careful and never make deals that may the dark Ravenking give control
over your heart, mind, life and definitely not your Heaven promised mortal soul!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Dark Rhyme, (Ninety rhyming verses honoring greatest dark poet, Edgar Allen Poe)
The third poet honored in my ongoing poet dedication series.

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*Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe*

Fate Once Birthed Lovers, Golden True And Dear

We had raced a good race, with wind cool and fair,
There were romantic nights steaming hot for a while,
And golden rays of sunshine danced in your blonde hair,
you my beautiful angel with your graceful style!

Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.

Was as if an invisible clock rang out its tone,
Its sad chimes echoing through our sweet paradise,
Dawn burst, I rose and found myself all alone,
Knowing never could another lover suffice!

Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer

Months flew by, your vanishing left merciless marks,
Summer came and went, winter brought even deeper chill,
What was once our world, turned bitter, darker darks,
never again would I find such beauty's sweetest thrill!

Lo! Fate once birthed lovers, golden true and dear.
Alas! Fate's knot was cut, erased all joyous cheer.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-01-2019
Rhyme, ( Love And Fate's Dark Hand )
Second poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe from my dedication series 

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*Third poem honoring Edgar Allan Poe
 
She Was His Venus, He Was Her Dear Poe
 
She was his Venus, he was her dear Poe
they cried, love between us, away we go.
She set bright day into its fiery pace 
he gifted wondrous night poetic face
O'that Fate had not both loves thus betrayed 
with its fickle powers, to death, one laid.

As too oft, such love is destined its doom
laying beauty too early in its tomb.
Spinning world takes notice when records shows
epic sorrows from dark grievous sent blows
O'that we with compassion, great pain see
empathy, not think, better you than me.

Poe lived on, tho' his dear true love perished
his genius saved not one he so cherished.
This sad tale has been written, oft retold
how love can not be bought, bartered or sold
in its majestic depths, that flame hot burns
shaming dark world, as its evil it spurns.

With pen in hand and his tears falling wet
her poem penned, so all would not forget
Annabel, raving beauty his soulmate
victim of darkness, death and cruelest Fate
That we may marvel, ponder our own life
know we each can be cut by Fate's long knife.

Now history tells us of Poe's great fame
yet almost as great 'tis Annabel's name
Poe's last complete poem told of their love
his inked words gave her glory far above
this world's sad treasures, its darkest of seeds
verses that sing, as each weeping heart bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Rhyme, Third poet honored in my ongoing poet Dedication series,
this one gets three poems instead of just two.

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Note- Friends, I hope you enjoyed this imaginative and horror laced dark tale.
Inspired by the famous and magnificent poetry written by Edgar Allen Poe,
rated third place  by me, just barely behind Lord Byron- in 1st place, Percy Bysshe
Shelley in 2nd place in my own personal top ten best poets that ever inked even a verse.