John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,646 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

Ode To Edgar Allan Poe - Poem by John Lars Zwerenz


The tall, ruined tower, by the sea of sable wine,
Where silver stars alight, in the moonless night,
Is the seat of a raven which rarely takes flight;
Its dark eyes look down on the scorpions of the brine.

With each chilling breeze that poison billows carry
From dusky, northern currents of the half-swallowed pier,
Heard in the dreadful hall, where heads and horror marry,
Are whispers of the dead beneath a swinging chandelier.

A skeletal sister clutches for a face
In the blackness of the castle's most deserted place,
Wrought by the hand of madness, not ended.

In the screaming, wild wind, from splintered coffins wail the damned;
The raven wraps his talon around the weird sister's hand.
All this is Poe- his hells have all ascended!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013

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