saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

**edgar Allens Crow - Poem by saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

All outside is white as snow,
except for Edgar Allen's crow.
Quietly and so serene,
till Edgar Allen's crow does scream.
Waking me from peaceful dreams,
to hatred in the night.
Now I know all Edgar Allen's,
madness in his write.
Stalkingly he walks the window,
pecking on the vane.
Now I know why Edgar Allen,
wrote of things insane.
Tis not a raven in my head,
that drives me to these words.
But this blackened beast which will not cease,
hes such a noisy bird.
I scream and shoo but he don't move,
seems fear he does not know.
Hes not a the raven that I think,
hes Edgar Allen's Crow.

Comments about **edgar Allens Crow by saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

  • Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (2/12/2016 9:12:00 AM)

    Well, crows are a menace too many a times.. Thanks for sharing Ken.. Witty and nice... (Report) Reply

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  • Pied Piper Berry (8/27/2008 8:36:00 PM)

    This is great. wondurfully twisted to perfection (Report) Reply

  • Viola Grey (8/23/2008 10:46:00 PM)

    you've got to love the insanity that leads you to identifying with have one of the best imaginations I've come across...great work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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