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Contributed by Durango on Monday, 16th April 2018 @ 06:37:35 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems





Wings of blackened thread

Flanks the ravens weary head,

To soar the sea of night/'/s allure

Without the gale of day/'/s demure.



His flight will cast a spell

On souls asleep inside their shell,

Fantastic terrors play the night along,

And sing their dirge of bleak December song.



The purple curtains hide the crying moon,

That once sang down a placid tune,

A tapping on the rusty chamber door

Echoes through the halls of ancient lore.



The raven/'/s flight slips past the gleam of dawn

And stays inside the night to dream along.







Copyright © Durango ... [ 2018-04-16 06:37:35]
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Re: Edger (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Tuesday, 17th April 2018 @ 04:56:21 AM AEST
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Splendid! Good for you!
When Poe is on the brain it/'/s easier to write him out than deny him!
THE UNCERTAIN RUSTLING OF EACH PURPLE CURTAIN was one of my favorite lines, picturing heavy velvet drapes in a musty library with books to the ceiling.
It is a melancholy evening at YPDC.
softerware


Re: Edger (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Wednesday, 18th April 2018 @ 12:58:20 AM AEST
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I as well enjoyed this and the third stanza. I/'/m well aware of EAP. But never was a study of poetry but this stands on its own merit.....


Re: Edger (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Sunday, 10th February 2019 @ 09:34:53 PM AEST
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Ah, yes. Mr. Poe certainly has that effect.

Nicely done.



~Scorp




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