This is one of my personal favorites. I have a slight obsession with Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven and I've written several poems in this unique style this is one of them. Enjoy <3
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Whilst I stray past widow’s last, remembering forsaken past
All this from that fateful night, when I began this pious plight
The sudden rush, the thrilling drive, abrupt new feelings, vibrant - alive;
This vast rebellious pow’r derived, all from one single painful bite,
Commencing then my dark intent, leaving wake of terror and fright
Launching next my frantic flight.
On hopes and dreams of foolish youth, too soon I learned the ugly truth,
I close my eyes and visions start--I see the crimson blood, the need
The foolish mortals how they start, the deaf’ning sound of beating hearts,
Before my mind can fall apart, instincts rule me and I feed
Voracious yearn, the rav’nous thirst, the growing greed --
The thoughts that led me to my deed.
And from this longing I grew to crave, my source of life whilst others yield grave,
From this eternal inferno depraved, persuasive passion bred to hate,
And from this hatred grew vast sorrow, and life became naught but hollow,
Others I no longer followed, despising truth and my dark fate,
Decided now, standing proud, the war in my head no longer debates
I’ll attack myself without negate.
As I watch my world fall down, tumbling swiftly towards the ground,
Only darkness, twisted light, grim in loneliness of night,
All this from one foolish girl who slipped and fell, stripped from heaven plunged to hell
Inside the dark in which I dwell, emerging just for blood and bite,
Ruins of life are all that’s left, remains the black where once stood white
Forever hiding from the light.
In darkness dour this angel waits, staring at my prison’s gates,
I stretch my wings, no longer fly, walk away with longing eyes,
Life starts to fade, empty and null, when life’s forever, living’s dull
I raise my wineglass to the sky, and wish to just lie down and die
Refusing this disparaging life, defacing his unholy guise
Wanting just to say good-bye
I tumbled swiftly out of grace, and kept up his unholy pace,
While following through iron gate, I turned the shade of polished jade
I left mortality for this? He gifts another with the kiss
Clear hindsaught visions, signs I missed, blind orders of that fool obeyed?
