This is a tribute poem to Edgar Allan Poe
Through shadowy veils of my mournful mind is the vastness of iridescent stars, their hopeful light does not comfort me. The very thought of not being in the treasure of your presence awakens the dulling grief of my heart's loneliness. The unkind ravens have alighted on my cold sill, perching in their misery of silence. Such avian moroseness to be as black as eve's unyielding darkness, the onyx of their eyes in a deathly watch, their dirge unsung. Falling, falling, falling from the heady spell of after-midnight's witchery. Death's unannounced arrival! His rattling and frosty breath, his moldy shroud, and skeletal fingers, his hidden face, chills my very existence. My time of passing with his dying kiss is unknown. Could I awaken in my pitch-black bedchamber, one solitary lit candle, with his ancient bones at my side? Will he turn my own melancholic bones to ash with his frigid kiss? In these desolate hours I hear nearby church bells peal heavily, tolling, tolling, for my funeral day. What bereavement has wrought! A deep gong of the grandfather clock in the hallway, I can see it's face reflecting the filled October moon of fate, fleeting misty wisps of clouds upon her golden glorious fairness. Edgar, was it your love, your desire, or my inspired restless longing to join you, where Death has no dominion, no way of separating us? Your suffering in life, Gothic prince, please tell me it is no more! Your eyes the gloom of an eclipse, yet, your mystery dust cannot smother, your literary works the haunting of my soul. Your love poems cause me faintness, and lightness of my cherishing heart for you. Infinity cannot cause you to fade into the depths of the timeless cosmos, and I in my sallow sorrow, will weep for you, always. ~
Academy of the Heart And Mind 