From sorrow came
That haunting quote
That shrill voice
Upon a quivering note
The eyes of death
To look beyond
The tombs bell
Its voice to send.
From darkness
A lowly sound
Rising frantic
From burial ground
Closer closer
Closer still
With fear mingled
Supernatural chill.
From Heaven or Hell
No answer found
In frozen moment
Approaching shroud
Skeletal fingers
Reaching out
Heart in mouth
Unable to voice.
" NEVERMORE "
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A tribute to the great man Poe, hope it does him justice
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Comments4
Lovely words that set the mood for the most famous poetic word. Well done Norman
thanking you, much appreciated, I didnt want to let the great down
You are most welcome. I am sure he would be pleased.
Damn, Norman...this is wonderfully Gothic! 🖤 I love how the dread keeps advancing, almost as though the poem itself is closing the distance between the reader and the grave. By the time that final declaration arrives, there really could be no other ending. Fantastic homage to Poe, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
so very kind, I was worried I might not do justice to the great man, thankig you always much appreciated friend
This leans hard into gothic dread, building the tension one cold, grim image at a time until that final “NEVERMORE” lands like a coffin lid. The supernatural imagery is familiar territory, but the creeping rhythm gives it a dark, old-school chill.
thanking you always much appreciated
I expect he was waiting for a bus and uttered that final word! lol.
that bloody no 7 Arrrggghhhh ! lol
Any other routes go that way?! lol.
yes the invisible no 6 lol
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