Poe was a poet mis-understood, but his words leave pictures for the mind and the ear..

He cradled the kittens in his arms

gave the last of the food and drink

thanked them for keeping her warm

laid with her by the sea



Heard Raven scream nevermore

as the angel touched his head

and demon danced in the ash

pendulum swings like a blade of death



As the pain of wrath tears my soul

I let the words fall where they may

weather in the last smoke of a troubled life

drink filled in dank corners of death



Another's lives in my words spread

sells the lie perpetuates the story

as commercial falls in the chapter of the dead

he eats well as I turn in the tomb hungry and alone