The key to my hearts chamber is that which i've lost,
And my home is where my heart is kept.
However I've fallen victim to a B&E,
Which is has left my ribs shattered,
And my life swarmed with agony.
At first I thought nothing wrong, bar my being physically battered,
But then I saw a truly horrid sight.
At the heart of my home no longer stood my priceless ruby,
Only an onyx, as black as night,
Shimmering coldly in the dim moonlight.
I know that my chances are rather bleak,
But nonetheless I'm off to find the key I seek,
As I saw it carried off to a mountains peak,
Carried off in a ravens beak.
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The Raven
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I dedicate to my most inspirational figure, Edgar Allen Poe.