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From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises Third poet in my poet dedication series Part One: Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner, old Master Poe chained to his cell, held captive by Raven's powers to show down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain. From its throne, flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat as Raven's prison guards, knock old Master Poe off his feet then Raven transform back into the human Ravenking with anger and heartless ire, at Master Poe's head flings the ruby-red ring that Poe once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see! With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered. One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood. Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins. Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands! With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station. Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free! Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart. Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray. Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019 Rhyme, First part of long poem- my poet dedication series- Splitting the ninety verses.

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Part One, From That Dark, Dark Abyss, the Long Black Curtain Rises

From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises Third poet in my poet dedication series Part One: Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner, old Master Poe chained to his cell, held captive by Raven's powers to show down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain. From its throne, flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat as Raven's prison guards, knock old Master Poe off his feet then Raven transform back into the human Ravenking with anger and heartless ire, at Master Poe's head flings the ruby-red ring that Poe once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see! With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered. One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood. Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins. Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands! With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station. Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free! Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart. Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray. Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019 Rhyme, First part of long poem- my poet dedication series- Splitting the ninety verses.