All outside is white as snow, <br />except for Edgar Allen's crow. <br />Quietly and so serene, <br />till Edgar Allen's crow does scream. <br />Waking me from peaceful dreams, <br />to hatred in the night. <br />Now I know all Edgar Allen's, <br />madness in his write. <br />Stalkingly he walks the window, <br />pecking on the vane. <br />Now I know why Edgar Allen, <br />wrote of things insane. <br />Tis not a raven in my head, <br />that drives me to these words. <br />But this blackened beast which will not cease, <br />hes such a noisy bird. <br />I scream and shoo but he don't move, <br />seems fear he does not know. <br />Hes not a the raven that I think, <br />hes Edgar Allen's Crow.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edgar-allens-crow/
