The hand of Poe
Edgars eyes of sorrow
Outward to
A bleak tomorrow
Beyond the veil
The bodies lay
In technicolour
Dreams to sway.
A waistcoat
Hastily tied
Button holes
Thoughts that died
A genius who
Had lost his way
Shirt collar
Dirty, frayed.
Alcohol opium based
Swallowed heartbreak
Comets tail
Beyond the real
Fantasy based
A midnight to partake.
A cat upon a shoulder purrs
A footstep upon the stairs
A sudden chill
Aghast with tomorrow
The ravens beak
To rhymic tone
From cats eyes
Midnight flown.
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Comments1
A bottle of Cognac and three red roses on a grave top. Loved Poe and his work. Gothic, ghostly, and a true romantic. A lovely write
yes the poetaster I believed left the items, thanks and as always appreciated
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