My tribute to Edgar Allen Poe, who was a true poetic genius
The Reckoning
The clock is ticking that ungodly clicking
in my head, it's loud enough to wake the dead.
Pacing the floor intensely, watching the door immensely.
Tauntingly the clock howls every tick and tock and time has all but stopped for now.
The footsteps drawing ever near, drawing up raging fear.
My beating heart is escaping as the foul scraping boils and I stood gaping.
You self-righteous fool! Agonizingly cruel.
Go away wretched force, leave now from this door!
Is this death approaching? His onus task of spewing breath for reaping and it's fast encroaching.
I beseech you omniscient creature to relent me from this torture.
I have had my hour of pleading my mad epoch, now I am conceding in my cower, be done with your task.
Thrusting open the door, I find the turmoil no more.
The hopelessness is fleeting and the fear is retreating. I am calm.
I no longer hear my heart beating.
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Wonderful tribute
Thank you! 😀
Very Poe like and a great tribute.
Thank you so much! 😄
A great tribute to one of the best poets! Great job!
Thanks! I appreciate it 😄
A write sure to bring a smile from the master Edgar Allen Poe.
Aw thank you so much! 😀
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