Anøther Raven

January 19th is Edgar Allen Poe's Birthday

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.

This poem has also been featured on Spillwords

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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