Lenore

(A tribute to one of my favorite poets, Edgar Allan Poe)

Cryptic writings — in my mind.
Will I see — or stay blind.

A daemon beckons — wants my soul.
Lips like honey — eyes black as coal.

Robed in filth — smelling dead.
Her seductive darkness — fills my head.

She twists and tempts — with violent delight.
Will she collect me — this vicious night?

She reaches out — arms dripping gore.
I belong to her — yes.. evermore.

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