Another Raven
Channelling Edgar Allen Poe
This is inspired by a good friend after a short chat yesterday.
I am going to try and create a poem using the format and mood of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. It is a long poem and I have a premise of taking a book of Poe’s writing and reading it as The Raven looks on.
My reading of the poem is now included with this poem.
Another Raven
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I took a gothic book of stories, full of pages black and white
I turned the first sheet and fell into a world of darkness and more
Is this a nightmare journey or would I find a revelation
And then a tap,tap, tap . Someone unknown is knocking at my door
And still a tap, tap, tap at my window not my dark stained oak door
Deathly silence Nothing More
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Twas The Raven came tap, tap tapping and now was at my shoulder
The Raven told me to read and read from the heavy dark grimoire
My mind was in a whirl as I sat in my dark room downed by gloom
I had lost my beloved, my beautiful friend,my Love Eleanor
I longed for her touch, her love, I miss my wonderful Eleanor
Sorrow For Me Evermore
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The Raven told me “Turn the page” and see the tale that would unfold
Annabelle Lee, loved so much that angels hearts were jealous and more
Then the seraphim struck her down and took her from her lovers arms
He had his Annabelle Lee and I had my Lady Eleanor
The Raven bleeds my heart. I weep thinking will I see my Eleanor?
The Raven caws “Nevermore”
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“Turn again the page one more time” into a dream within a dream
And I watch the golden sand flow through the hourglass just like before
Like life flowing through our fingers, that can never be touched again
The Raven taps my shoulder again, and I think of Eleanor
I dream of what once was and my mind sees wonderful Eleanor
My hurt will be Evermore
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Then The Raven tapped the bell, turned the page to where The Bells would toll
The Bells would ring loud and then be struck with a funereal sound
The sound of The Bells now fills my head, I think I may be insane
I still try to recall holding my love, My Lady Eleanor
But The Ringing Bells drive away my visions of My Eleanor
The Raven caws “Nevermore”
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I sit in darkness, dark wings close by, there is a dark beak tapping
The Raven says to France we must go, turn the page, open the door
There have been Murders in The Rue Morgue, A Bestial Trail of Blood
The stains of these crimes are seen by all watchers on the cold stone floor
But we are not sure who or what left these red blood marks on our floor
The Stains are here Evermore
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You take me to Prospero in his abbey to escape the plague
Raven caws, “ Red Death, comes to masqued ball, an empty costume it wore”
The Masque hid death’s face from all who saw themselves safe with Prospero
I thought us safe from solitude but it has broken down our door
Alone I sit, The Raven taps we look toward the opened door
Loneliness Here Evermore
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The Raven says see the shadow in the gateway to El Dorado
The Pilgrim Knight has spent his life looking for the city of gold
Finding such unknown treasures that cannot be of this mortal world
Can I ever find the treasure of my life Lady Eleanor
The Raven taps and taps and tells me never Lady Eleanore
You Will See Her Nevermore
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Tormentor of the Black Cat, his house burned,he was an evil man
He tried to kill another with an axe, his wife could take no more
The axe was used,he walled her up,justice was served, Black Cat still here
The Raven taps again and again, “Turn the page, and read some more”
In darkness I cannot move, cannot “Turn the page, and read some more”
The Page Will Turn Nevermore
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Montresor lures Fortunato, he wishes a fatal revenge
Fortunato chained in the cellar,walled in a room with no door
Fifty years later Montresor states “In Pace Requiescat”
The Raven says I am chained to your chair waiting for Eleanor
It is a truth I will never move waiting for My Eleanor
Wait In Silence Evermore
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The Raven pulls me into the Deep Swirling Violent Maelstrom
I was a young man but now I am aged,that’s where I lost my youth
Unable to resist, pulled down by the vortex my life force drained
I try to rise, The Raven caws, I need to reach my study door
I’m pushed back, I am chained, The Raven says “Ne’er will you reach the door”
Chained, Unmoving Evermore
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The Raven at the window tapping inside the rain is outside
In darkness, not a candle, no not even moonlight anymore
No light in my life, The Raven tapping and talking words of fate
My mind is spinning, my fading eyes now are fixed on the far door
To lose my chains, escape my Raven, and walk toward that far door
The Raven caws “Nevermore”
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Becoming unconscious will they think that my life has now left me
In a case of wood where I may wake and be trapped under the floor?
My mind screams I know this will happen scratching my bloodied fingers
The Raven says that this is my fate to never breathe anymore
Unmoving I see the wooden lid I cannot breathe anymore
Breath is Gone For Evermore
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To see the oval portrait, a beauty born of his obsession
To paint his loving wife, capture her life on canvas forevermore
His painting is the only driver in the small castle turret
To his horror, his wife was gone, just like My Lady Eleanor
The storm hits,I awake alone without the Lady Eleanor
I Will Hold Her Nevermore
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Tragic Ligeia a poetess composing on her deathbed
“The Conquerer Worm” that flowed from her talented fingers and more
Came beautiful Rowena and then Rowena departed too
Chained to my chair by The Raven I mourn My Lady Eleanor
Salt tears stain my grey sad face, and I mourn My Lady Eleanor
The Raven caws “Nevermore”
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Back In time to the Spanish Inquisition, the prisoner alone in his cell
His crime he knows not what, but he is kept behind the iron door
The pit and the red hot pendulum will send him screaming to hell
The Raven tells me the tale, he has never told me this before
The rain on the window drumming like ghostly fingers, like before
Frightened, Captured Evermore
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Under floorboards of this dilapidated house the old man lies
The story teller never meant murder but is now haunted sore
The sound of the old man’s telltale heart now haunts the murderers ears
Like the cutting loss of my only love my Lady Eleanor
She haunts my dreams,the Raven taps, I mourn the loss of Eleanor
The Raven caws “Nevermore”
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Here be Roderick and Madeleine. Their mansion about to fall
Ushered into their presence for the final tale,open the door
The fall of this mad house as the storm takes a hold. The Raven Caws
Madeleine fell and Roderick mourned, Like For My Eleanore
Like Romeo and Juliet, The Ushers died, My Eleanore
So Returning Nevermore
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Comments (36)
This is both a wonderful ode to Eleanore as well as a fever dream of a poem haunted by Poe’s macabre imagination and his characters. You are right to be proud of it. It is simply fabulous!
Outstanding poem!
This is outstanding poetry work!
Wow! This is an incredible feat. Well done. 🤯
Well done, Mike. You obviously invested great effort and talent into this endeavor. This is truly Poe-like and a worthy tribute!
This is extremely well done, Mike. And to get to hear you read it to us was quite the bonus.
Very eldritch! Very good! I liked it!
Really well done, Mike!
WOW! I am in awe! Stunning. I really loved hearing you recite it. And this line 'The rain on the window drumming like ghostly fingers, like before Frightened, Captured Evermore' Awesome! 🤍 Thank you so much for sharing!
Beautifully crafted ❤️
Great Capture ❤️💯😊📝‼️
Wow!! I have read this - the one you suggested when you commented on my ‘Sensorial Challenge’ entry ‘Sensory selection: side-by-side.’ I’m kind of lost for words. The darkness of Poe? Absolutely! Your design layout compliments the poem in ways I haven’t seen before. To listen to a soundtrack as I read then to return to listen to your ‘spoken word.’ Thank you for this opportunity to be completely entranced. Pauline 🌸
This was incredible. I read it with a mounting dread. You captured the gothic and macabre in every line as if Poe, himself, possessed your pen. Well done and wow!
You definitely captured the spirit of Poe here. This is so well done and your reading of it is a really nice touch. Bravo!
Wow, this is just exceptional. Thank you for sharing your work with us, Mike. You're a notable talent!
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I think this is my new favourite of yours, awesome work Mike.
Really really gorgeous 💗
This is still so awesome! I hearted it previously. 😃
Can feel earnest frailty and sense of loss updated from Poe poem in your words. Just Wow wonderful❤️
Wow very written
That was epic! I loved it so much. You outdid yourself on that one :)
Mike, my friend, you have outdone yourself! This is original, and an amazin ode to the works of Poe. Fantastic!
Beautiful poem
This is a really well put together genre poem Nice work Mike