On a summer December I do remember <br />the sun like an ember, poetry on the floor <br />life in pieces, while my troubles increases <br />nothing eases the sorrow for the girl Lenore <br />while I read of a farmer who lived long before <br />while destiny had closed a door. <br /> <br />In that new tomorrow, the book I did borrow <br />and my own sorrow was replaced by the lore <br />with pain in my heart, life was falling apart, <br />my art was shattered as the tale I did explore <br />out of the blue I saw a raven black as ore <br />with its feet red with gore. <br /> <br />With a bolt of lightning that was frightening <br />happened something to the bird I did deplore, <br />with eyes green, her hair shone a bluish sheen <br />the loveliest girl I have seen then came to fore; <br />with her I would do almost anything just to score, <br />suddenly I did her adore. <br /> <br />Her voice had a melody, life was fair and free, <br />it just could not be, surf crashed on the shore, <br />I was not fit I did deem, or it was just a dream; <br />nothing was as it seem, it was a fable from yore, <br />I was thinking I am nuts, totally mad therefore, <br />but nothing I wanted more. <br /> <br />She was human alright, as we kissed in daylight, <br />loved during the night; to stay I did her implore, <br />I had just met her, suddenly we loved each other <br />without a bother, in my back her nails did bore <br />and what did my life without her have in store? <br />Our souls had bonded forevermore<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-raven-in-answer-to-edgar-allan-poe/
