Hear the rapping in your head
as Raven once to Poe appeared
insistent dots and dashes bring
a coded message from its wings
no pallid Pallas here adorns
only lonely bitter scorn
from mouths of fools these words are torn
from broken dreams are nightmares born
See the wingèd, feathered form
stares from Night’s Plutonian shore
casts melancholic shadows here
a prophecy from demon’s seer
No beauteous gaze so full of grace
Just lost and lone in hollow space
From word and thought that do deface
A heart as true as whitest lace
Touch the silken fallen plume
brought you to this cold dank gloom
remember kisses soft and sweet
where haunted vision now accretes
Still to hear that urgent tapping
In mind’s ear remains the rapping
At the windows – at the door
Until the claim of death’s rapport
Amazing poem. Thank you so much for sharing.
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Thank you. I was hoping that the title (in Morse Code) wouldn’t put people off. Watch this space for a very long epic coming later today
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