With his black plummed pen poised over paper,
he drinks from his bottle of ink
instead of his brandy.
Will his black pen poison him?
There are gray skies over the castle again.
Poe arrives, writes about the dark and dreary
Is there no end to this gloominess
from his poisoned pen?
The only bright part
is that poised pen
and the dead silence
where the raven awaits...
The black ink fades
into more grayness
The raven is once more.
~theRAV~
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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