A Poet's Legacy

Thu, 06/28/2018 - 19:42 -- Ori

The first I read of poetry it gave me such a fright 

The first I read was Poe you see, words of a widower's plight

A rapping at my chamber door, a churchbell in the night;

and I find the bood-flow through my veins freeze, and turn to ice

For a spirit's whisper, a raven's "nevermore", a word that can entice

I find the fear it brings me, is hardly a high price 

 

 

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