Once Upon A Midnight Dreary Poem by Daniel Thomason

Caught between light and never ending nights, wielding words that I don't understand,
Where cats and pens dance alone in the bend of a hand that is holding all man.

In the ravenous mind of those times that so linger are fingers that point at my soul,
And as I look at the mirror I sweat without fear because I know that I'll never grow old.

You can't impress minds without reality's chime of some murder that shadows our world,
Where paradise beckons and the martyrs they lessen, so clumsy to the thought of that girl.

Quite often I try to pull down the sky with a string that's tangled 'round Poe,
And as I look at the moon I leave but not move because our earth is still needing some woe.