~Ode to Edger Allan Poe~
~Ode to Edger Allan Poe~
I sense your words late at night,
It feels like being in a dream,
Within a dream from the words,
You did write.
I’ve been to the depths,
Of the cemetery graves,
talked and listened,
To the spirits of the dead,
At the rusted gates.
I have walked the sands,
By the city by the sea,
As the raven cries,
clutch has circled over me.
Sat under a tree at the lake,
And felt your stanzas,
Of the silence slowly dissipate.
I have laid my eyes,
On the greenest of our valleys,
And let romance,
Come dance at me.
Have been caught in a serenade,
And enjoyed the one to paradise,
Everything you have written,
Entices my eyes.
You took me to the happiest place,
And I understand what it like,
To hear the silence without hate..
Your bell has rang out loud,
While your words always will,
Be locked in the coliseum ,
That makes my mind swell.
If it was not for you Mr. Poe,
My words others surely would,
Not have ever been known!
Inkmaster (C) 2010
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