read at your own peril!
the
loathsome
howl of whipping
wind in the rafters and
the eaves. the presence of
an evil force blowing poison
leaves. an unholy unction
which makes the evil come
the poet picks up his vile pen
the haunting had begun. he dips
his quill into the ink, the voice
tells what to write. he obeys its
cruel commands into the dead of
night. owls call loudly, witches
scream, banshees whail their
woes! the tortured writer
cannot stop! on and on it
goes! finally in a dawning
hour, the poet slumps to
desk. the evil has lost all
control, but the writer
breathes his last. the
work he finally
finished? t'was
such a tale of
woe. and the
modern writer
of the book
signed it
Edgar
Allen
Poe
°°°
°°
°
°
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/3/2017
