Rise An Nevermore Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Flower, dear peddles soft and sweet
Bring us wine made from stings of honeybees
In so much this way the birds may sing
From there yonder, beyond the forest green

Further tales of gallantry
Oh mine' dearest of ages be known
So rare an well refined are the brave
Gazing over the peasants below

Dinner, divine, an so heavenly
Dusty floors once over laden with gold
Raise now the voices and a glass
Declare, some approach ever so close

Hear me Mine' in Heaven above
How was Thine' lost in favor
The servants give hast, All have retired
A chill and ever so cold

Bequeath thy possessions beneath this old table
Dare pleasantry voice whence arrives pounding, with force
The glasses have emptied, there are no more servants
As light darkens shall I, Become nevermore

(12/31/2021)