Edmund V. Strolis
Edmund V. Strolis Poems
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Edgar Allan Poe
They all wash over me with pitying eyes, they think that I don't see.
Yet they are only crude jagged faces on the canvas of my dreams.
Empty their wishes float, as they seem to pray my safe return.
How can they know the fever that within this prison burns.
For what is this sinister slow waltz to hell without my sweet Lenore?
My wish which any fool can guess, I must be with her once more.
How my heels find their way to that vacant tomb beyond the bedroom door.
Now I curse the promise of that desperate hour! not to join my love Lenore.
Hooves over ...
The Long Shadow
Now with possessions so few, hoisted and bundled on wagons secure.
The measured remains still too many, to flee from the thunder of war.
His family their faces so tired, will need all their strength to endure.
As westward they travel the miles, can life ever be like before?
Goodbye to the bench in the garden where she joyfully accepted his hand.
Farewell to the arch in the hallway with holes where the mistletoe hung.
No more will he stop at the long gate that led to