ODE TO EDGAR ALLAN POE <br /> <br />The tall, ruined tower, by the sea of sable wine, <br />Where silver stars alight, in the moonless night, <br />Is the seat of a raven which rarely takes flight; <br />Its dark eyes look down on the scorpions of the brine. <br /> <br />With each chilling breeze that poison billows carry <br />From dusky, northern currents of the half-swallowed pier, <br />Heard in the dreadful hall, where heads and horror marry, <br />Are whispers of the dead beneath a swinging chandelier. <br /> <br />A skeletal sister clutches for a face <br />In the blackness of the castle's most deserted place, <br />Wrought by the hand of madness, not ended. <br /> <br />In the screaming, wild wind, from splintered coffins wail the damned; <br />The raven wraps his talon around the weird sister's hand. <br />All this is Poe- his hells have all ascended!<br /><br />John Lars Zwerenz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-edgar-allan-poe/
