written as a tribute to the late great poet Poe, my muse


A VIST TO EDGAR'S GRAVE

Hello my friend
Long ago
Buried under the ground
So cold
Hope that you are not
Feeling too lonely
I know
It has been
Many a year
Since last I came for a vist
I am sorry for that
So sorry
Wish that this was not our last


As we sit here
You and I
My old friend
Upon a midnight dreary
I ponder
Weak and weary
About how
I should go on
How I should tell
Of thesad news I bring
To bear
With such sorrow and a heavy heart
Breaking with missing you


I can hesitate no longer
My beloved
I pray
Tonight
That I shall not break your heart
Soon
So very soon
I fear that I shall
Come to dance with
The souls of your fellow dead
In that haunted palace
Way below the clouds where
Angels fear to thread


This soul reborn
So many times
Now flys with the raven
Speaking a strange tongue
In my dreams
I see
The masque of the red death
Slipping down and over
Over my face so still
Painting a picture of death
The raven comes to my window
To whisper soft and deadly


Your beloved Poe
You shall part from now
Sweet tragic Annabelee
Say goodby
For your lover you shall sing to


NEVERMORE






By RAMONA THOMPSON


2005 RAMONA THOMPSON (All rights reserved)











Poetry by ramona thompson
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Written on 2006-02-15 at 18:38

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