An Edgar Allan Poe thrill
A house and a Raven on a hill
The house surrounded by a gate
A test of fright that won’t be late
The eerie feeling of a darkness fitting the slate
From deep within a spirits soul
Its wonders of fate in behold
The mysterious from inner after
A case of another chapter
A Raven flies in flesh to ****
But the question of wait still
It’s the moment of wait until
Echoing voices from within the house
The pacing of a frightened mouse
Lightening flashes through the sky
It is daylight and no one knows why
Yet the house has a mission
It’s the humans being under submission
Spirits are looking for soul’s to live in
A new life to live in
Yet on universal go
Blood thirsting being the flow
A house and a Raven maneuvering slow
You as a reader will never ever know.