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Into Deep Raging Darkness a Poor Soul Was Once Cast , Dedicated To Master Poe

Into Deep Raging Darkness A Poor Soul Was Once Cast , Dedicated To Master Poe As deep darkness surges into these old decaying veins This wounded heart so struggles to gift out slower pulsing beats How dare wicked demons beat on me with freshly cut canes Around this bed, a throng of hideous monsters take seats With faces that exudes the angry hatred they have for me They grab me, proceed to cast me into their black poison sea. O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift. Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift. Next, they take me to a dungeon dirty, dark and deep Took long ropes and beat me until my aching body bled Rousing me from short heaven-sent state of my peaceful sleep Then they showed me hell where they torture the truly dead One ugly beast gave me a small piece of green molded bread And laughed saying, no boy we want you our friend well fed. O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift. Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift. Next, I saw in the corner a red thing, a great fire start Dancing around it as those huge hungry flames rose and rose In they brought a cart of decaying human body parts Then three of them went over and three rotten arms they chose Then green one, hit me in my face, with a long flaming stick And on my bloody face proceeded to clotted blood to lick. O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift. Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift. Cried as I felt those red-hot flames my body badly burn As they danced with such evil glee and sang out their chant Saying, you worthless fool all this pain you so truly earn As throng of vicious monster began a new evil rant Then they next, beat me with all of that rotted human meat Saying, puny human, how do you like our little feat? O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift. Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift. That moment light shone through the dungeon casting its hope And the beasts scattered for the small shadows that remain Saying climb this, come with me I will give you all the dope Beautiful entity all glowing cast me a long chain Saying, your prayers were heard and I came to your rescue Guardian angel I am friend, this feat is what I do! O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift. Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift. Looking at that dungeon pit I saw demons wail and cry As the devil came to beat and give them unholy hell They were thrashing around, begging it and asking it why Then the earth cast it dark curtain and closed its black veil Soon I was in my home all my body completely healed Entity said, young man your future with us is sealed! O' lord, please have dear mercy and unto this poor soul gift. Send golden rays of sweet hope and freedom to me uplift. Robert J. Lindley, Dark Rhyme 9-09-2023 Dedicated with deep admiration to the memory of a truly great poet, Edgar Allen Poe.

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Christina Bowring

Date: 9/10/2023 3:15:00 PM

Dear Robert this is a masterpiece of dark writing. You have created such a compelling piece full of horror, darkness, vivid imagery. It is wonderful storytelling and the repeating refrains work so well within the piece. They give you time to reflect on each stanza before continuing on as the poem delves deeper, darker. They also give you a sense of hope in prayer until concluding when a saviour appears as the prayers are heard and responded to. I’m in awe of your imagination and writing skills.

Robert Lindley
Date: 9/10/2023 3:46:00 PM

Thank you, my good friend. Yes that is the poem I said I was going to write. It took me about 45 minutes to compose. Another 5 minutes to proof read it and then post. In my youth I wrote much, much faster. I have slowed down because of my age now. I am 69 years . God bless you my friend.

Christina Bowring
Date: 9/10/2023 3:23:00 PM

There is no limit to what you can create with your magnificent poetic styles and golden pen. You have the heart and soul of a writer. No doubt about that. Have you just created this poem? Is this the one you said you were going off to write? If so, then I am even more in awe of you than I already am because this would have taken me a lot longer than a day! I can take hours or even a day sometimes to write just a few words/ lines when I stumped over what I’m trying to create/ convey. My admiration to you my friend. Thank you. Many blessings to you.