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    Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips

    Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
    as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
    none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
    or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the helm.
    Yet even in such pains, one must seek out the Light
    for the blind can see, if they embrace truest of sight!

    Wayfarer now in hideous ancient abodes
    mind burning flames, blasts of misery that explodes,
    born of the vile demons that plagued Master Poe
    from fiery depths they sprang, as savage and dark foe.
    What greater black-curse can one thus be forced to bear
    or evil that sends monsters that nightly scare?

    Raven speak not to me! For plague flees thy lips
    weeping soul, prays not to enter such ghastly trips,
    save your epic lashings and thy horrific calls
    as well as scalding-hot brands from thy torture halls.
    We that saw deepest pains, you once sent Master Poe
    enter not chambers or beg more accursed shows!

    Your friends attack, forcing each soul to further flee
    from hell's first dark levels, with its pitiful pleas,
    into caverns wicked, filled with flesh eating beasts
    with each new arrival cry, more food for our feasts.
    Sirens lure fleeing lost souls into black-sea pits
    always seeking, more blood, deeper cuts, harder hits!

    Raven, thy terror-nights will soon come to end
    for in bright flooding lights, I have found a new friend,
    stalwart ally, armed with more than long sharp teeth
    one whose true faith, will silence thy calls from beneath.
    Dawn's shimmering lights, you shall plague me no more
    I bow to he, his powers seals your wicked door!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    Dark Poetry, ( Poe, Raven and Nightmares)
    12-18-2018


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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    Decided to create a separate thread for my dark poetry.
    Especially so for my poems based upon anything to do with Poe, the Raven, dark nightmares, horror and/or hellish creatures.--Tyr
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    Loose screw reality...I blow fear smoke rings inside darkness grief ...the killer waits patiently knife in hand...

    ​I travel by daylight of your social media acrobatics ..gossipy hens cluck at night...they are high on viciousness ....
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    `He’s a dirty ass BMXer
    From New Hampshire
    And she was a cam whore
    From Santa Barbara,
    We all knew where this
    Was gonna go

    If I die with a beautiful
    Woman massaging my body,
    I have won, and I don’t care
    What the final consensus is

    Electric heater on the ground,
    Another sip of vodka
    And a pilsner in my hand,
    It was officially December
    And nothing had changed
    Except my ever-deteriorating
    Attitude towards everything

    Another rip from that dirty bong,
    Another pledge that you’d finally
    Go to the dentist and get that
    Thing checked out

    It’s dangerous being a man
    In these times, period
    But that’s just the proverbial
    Roll of the dice, so okay,
    I’ll handle it, motherfuckers,
    When I have the time

    Mueller will become the
    Face of criminal injustice
    And the all-consuming force
    That eventually tramples
    Every innocent man down
    And every other disgusting
    Sex tourist

    I don’t like the snow
    And you don’t like
    Anything else

    Drunken musings into the
    Malfeasance of oblivion
    Say hi to Charo for me................`

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    Written by crimsin



    Author's Note
    I'm a woman of age who wants to be fierce on the page...
    .............................


    Sinister!!

    you got hard on my misery
    masturbated to my torment
    when weakness brought me to my knees
    your evil laughter gave me whiplash

    you sought to buy me for the night
    with platitudes
    like a cheap whore
    you picked up off the streets

    you raped my faith
    then forced me to wear it
    a dirty dress you ejaculated on

    my shame brought you pleasure
    you gloried in my sin
    and gorged on my guilt

    in the depths, I fell
    then rose to truly see you
    while in my mourning times
    I forgot who you really are

    with an appetite for depravity
    you feed off my plate of pain
    you're the devil

    then without even a hint of regret
    you place me in a pit of demons
    lust glowing in your eyes

    you watch on
    while I burn in it


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    THE SHARPER THE STAKE


    It’s been eons since I last tasted your lips
    The deadly seduction of your winter wisp
    From the heart of darkness, the blackest eclipse
    You poisoned me with a love so true
    So that I may feed on the blood with you
    Desire incarnate etched in the veil of the abyss

    From whence we kissed

    I writhe with the plague you placed on this phage
    Killing confessions I scribe on the page
    Murderous intents, thunderous laments
    Whispered in the night that I can’t resist
    I’m honed to the edge, dungeons and your bed
    Hanging with despair and the recently dead

    So, shall we curse the day?
    Desecration of the grave
    Scream my name in godless vain
    And we’ll tap another vein

    What have I become?
    In pleasure and pain
    More tender the heart
    The sharper the stake

    My ivory ghast is doomed in the fast
    Between dawn and dusk and curses long past
    But my obsession of your dominion
    Echoes across your mordant possession
    I know I am blessed for the blood ‘cross your breasts
    Was a wetwork of art from your caress

    Drag me down at dawn in your coffin, my dear
    We can taste immortality’s crimson tears
    Sanctified and crucified because of fear
    You were once the devil’s concubine
    Now thrice cursed upon a time you are mine
    Infernal incarnate chiseled on the wall of the revered

    The scarlet smear

    So, shall we curse the day?
    Desecration of the grave
    Scream my name in godless vain
    And we’ll tap another vein

    What have I become?
    In pleasure and pain

    More tender the heart
    The sharper the stake

    GOD CANNOT OFFER BETTER SALVATION
    THAN YOUR BITTER SWEET DAMNATION

    So, shall we curse the day?
    Desecration of the grave
    Scream my name in godless vain
    And we’ll tap another vein

    What have I become?
    In pleasure and pain
    More tender the heart
    The sharper the stake ....



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    From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
    (Written for the third poet in my poet dedication series)

    Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner old Master Poe
    chained to his room, held captive to Raven's powers thus show
    down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign
    all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain.
    From its throne flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat
    as Raven's prison guards knock old Master Poe off his feet
    then Raven transform back into the mighty Ravenking
    turns human, with heartless ire at Master Poe's head flings
    the ruby-red ring that he once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee
    and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see!

    With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee
    she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee
    her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered
    her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered.
    One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks
    for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books
    gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love
    it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove
    as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud
    out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood.

    Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told
    reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold
    horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in
    from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins.
    Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance
    verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance
    we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains
    for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains
    Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands
    for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands!

    With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours
    beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers
    every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation
    all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station.
    Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink
    tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think
    how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love
    not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove
    with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me
    were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free!

    Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt
    Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt
    turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart
    have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart.
    Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true
    remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you
    guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone
    she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones
    dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away
    nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray.

    O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
    I now know, such was my downfall, as sure as all Poetry knows my name
    yes Lord, your warnings I choose to ignore to gain fame and treasure
    it cost us Love's truth, gave blood, doom and gloom in equal measure.
    I beg you, with your power stop cruel torture, this savage brutal display
    for there is no great price that I will not right happily agree to pay
    and even unto my death if that be your decision and your divine will
    instead of her, let his evil hands my blood, my guts, this night spill
    I beseech you, I pray this great mercy, its honor and saving grace
    from this hideous old demon, remove my Annabel Lee, her every trace!

    Ravenking finally taking notice, hearing old Master Poe's request
    laughed that wicked laugh and shouted out -is that, is it your best
    that you moan and with futility pray when I have you curse bound
    for 'tis I, that gave all the glory and fame your sorry soul ever found.
    Ask, but know this, nobody here ever rules over me the mighty Ravenking
    for here my powers are absolute and here for every crumb all must sing
    here all are condemned and here none may ever leave, all shall remain
    such is punishment for greed, lusts and all glory they sought to gain
    so now that you have had your pitiful little useless human pleas
    you watch, as I break her frail bones by the two's, even by the three's!

    At that moment the curtain slowing moved and then it slowing fell
    a rustle, a low creak as from behind it a demon strolled out to tell
    Act One has now ended, please stay in your seats, soon comes Act Two
    Ravenking has promised, it too will be dark and bloody through and through.
    In keeping with old Master Poe's legendary image we am to please
    so enjoy the show, its horrors and sit back for more at your sweet ease
    for none would dare want to miss the gruesome scenes from the next Act
    as our wicked show has now only just begun and that is a solid gold fact
    Ravenking has brought some friends, fresh from Hades's pits, now unbound
    you will be rewarded by their victims and their new agonizing loud sounds!

    Act Two, waits from an old and very tired poet to write its dark evil verses
    his knowledge of this dark world, just may shed more Light on its many curses
    should his poet pen falter and leave you in state of confusion and suspense
    remember this, Master Poe's curse, the Raven, the Ravenking are only pretence.
    Know Poe's magnificent writings came from genius, inked-sweat from his brow
    tho' we may sincerely try gaining fame, its elusive treasures, so few know how
    yet our famous old Master Poe has his and truly none can ever take that away
    if one reads his fantastic and golden verses, they just may find their own way
    just be careful and never make deals that may the dark Ravenking give control
    over your heart, mind, life and definitely not your Heaven promised mortal soul!

    Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
    Dark Rhyme, (Ninety rhyming verses honoring greatest dark poet, Edgar Allen Poe)
    The third poet honored in my poet ongoing poet dedication series.


    Note- Friends, I hope you enjoyed this imaginative and horror laced dark tale.
    Inspired by the famous and magnificent poetry written by Edgar Allen Poe,
    rated third place by me, just barely behind Lord Byron- in 1st place, Percy Bysshe
    Shelley in 2nd place in my own personal top ten best poets that ever inked even a verse.
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    Facing The Darkest Dragon, The Hero Questions,
    Part One


    O' harbinger of grief, what plague does thy hand bring
    in thy long cart, sharp clawed grasp and deep filthy curse
    Lo! Thy wicked voice, its great destruction doth sing
    wrecking cities, with disease and oft even worse !

    O' death deliverer, of demonic born trails
    soon falls miseries from thy wasting and dark words
    Thy hand quickly opens to victims unholy hells
    amidst thronging crowds, life's slow unrepentant herds!

    O' curse of innocence, why hast thy hammer fell
    with its accursed blows breaking hope and sad want
    From turmoil, calamitous lies thy foul mouth tells
    as in midnight chants thy monstrous allies do taunt!

    O' creator of hurt, does not thy blacken soul tire
    from hurling abominations and evil glee
    Does thee never feareth true Light's eventual ire
    from its mercies, thy casting on thy own fires!

    Robert J. Lindley , 4-14-2019
    Rhyme, ( Tale Told Of A Hero And Great Courage)

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    Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
    Part One


    Some tales he admires, considers so great,
    in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
    Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
    there his mind and his poetic heart sink.

    Sometimes fast and furious as pen flies,
    born of deepest pain, as huge tears he cries
    Despair, verses come as if from master Poe
    then his joy arrives, his art starts to show.

    Darkness invades and flesh is cut by blades,
    amidst scattering of blacken tirades.
    Within hellish abyss, sounds serpent's hiss
    all set into a very Poe-like kiss.

    Waiting for Poe to cast another verse,
    raven curses, his soul sets to rehearse
    Lines that eat into dark, its hellish pits
    inspiration enfolds his deep inked fits.

    World seethes into darkest of evil dark,
    nothing matters except poetic marks.
    His heart raging in blackest of hard blacks
    he writes, before his Poe-etic trance cracks.

    Some tales he admires, considers so great,
    in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
    Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
    there his mind and his poetic heart sink.

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-17- 2018
    Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
    Part One

    Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
    If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
    Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

    *********************************************

    Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
    Part Two


    As Poe'sque verses come demons surround,
    night hours break into loud hideous sounds.
    With claws and long fangs thirsting for warm blood,
    more beasts appear in a torrential flood.

    Yet nothing can stop pen and its dark ink,
    for deep in poetic dark, poet sinks.
    In distant pits of hell, flames rise and roar,
    as lost mortals seek to even old scores.

    Pen recharges onto paper that begs,
    as if it had marathon running legs
    For now master Poe's image had arrived,
    uttering these bold words, "I have survived"!

    More verses pour from his cracked and parched lips,
    on pain, death, heartbreak, ancient sunken ships.
    Sailors wailing as dark waters they drank,
    and into dooming depths bodies thus sank.

    Poe calls out warning, "my stay may be brief",
    poet cries, "faster pen, give me relief".
    "Obey this order, least my black mist leaves,
    express these scenes for master Poe so grieves".

    Demons moan, wanting black and darker still,
    as their wickedness begs more savage thrills.
    Magnificent master Poe again speaks,
    "waste not these hours, Raven's power soon peaks"!

    Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2018
    Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
    Part Two


    Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
    If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
    Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

    *************************************

    Decided to bring these out into the light of day.
    I am sad to see that in modern poetry--that
    dark poetry is by and large being shunned as if it is
    somehow, someway a less meaningful , less artful
    expression of true poetic imagination, creativity,
    deeper thought and not completely capable of expressing
    all that the other poetry forms express.-Tyr
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    Robert J. Lindley, 9- 27- 2018
    Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
    , Part Three

    Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
    If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
    Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..

    Syllables Per Line:
    0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
    0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
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    Total # Words:248

    Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
    Part Three


    To avert from setting sun, transfixed gaze
    from such entrapments, wake I in a haze
    Scenes of awe in pigments of reddish hues
    time there, centuries spent searching for clues!

    Mesmerizing dance, prelude to Night's host
    appears apparition of Poe's pale ghost
    Repetition set of true poet's heart
    ghoulish scenery cast forth at the start.

    Alas! Admiration forces this trek
    its terrors horrible and raw nerves wreck
    Yet to hear Poe's new verses as he speak
    soothes addicted heart, makes my knees grow weak!

    All so wondrous until the beasts appear
    then my old soul wakes to darkness and fear
    For cast in to Poe's visit is black rage
    to destroy brilliance of this poet sage.

    Moans and groans, echo in this horrid realm
    Poe himself bows to monster at the helm
    I stand so still, hoping to not be seen
    as oft my stomach turns, my face goes green.

    As more foul creatures walk into this room
    soon comes the hellish smell of blacken doom
    Stench increases as Poe ends his great words
    then enters more of the bloodsucking herds!

    That feeling of dawn's soon to come bright rays
    tells me soon, evil will its guise betray
    Master Poe will be clawed red, as before
    as his body is cast through the red door!

    That moment my prayer escapes my lips
    I beg God to please save these sinking ships
    Cast that monstrous beast in far deeper still
    and not let its servants our dear Poe kill!

    Robert J. Lindley, 9- 27- 2018
    Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
    , Part Three

    Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
    If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
    Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

    Decided to bring these out into the light of day.
    I am sad to see that in modern poetry--that
    dark poetry is by and large being shunned as if it is
    somehow, someway a less meaningful , less artful
    expression of true poetic imagination, creativity,
    deeper thought and not completely capable of expressing
    all that the other poetry forms express.-Tyr
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    Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
    ( Part One )



    As the Raven cross into the dark pits
    Those in torment went into heaving fits
    Its shrieking calls, alarms even down there
    Far worse its image to dying souls scare
    With great trepidation some turned to Poe
    Begging, master far away make it go
    Poe only smiled, saying, come now my pet
    I have far, far sweeter work for you yet.

    As Raven lands on Poe's black-stone table
    Spits out two bloody and half eaten hands
    Asks, does this remind you of that fable
    Promising keys to kingdom's treasured lands
    Given to a man willing and able
    Freeing princess, her captor's sword withstand
    Where death's deeds and bloody might enables
    Morbid masterpieces of art so grand.

    From all around, their banter brought loud moans
    From wretched sinners in that dark hell cast
    Raven spoke in wicked, evil tones
    I toyed with her, to make my pleasure last
    Poe commanded, Raven, please no more of that
    We are here to enjoy the pleasant scenes
    And in our deep joy, grow lazy and fat
    Let us not her poor soul thus so demean.

    Raven again spoke, come now we need pain
    And louder wailing that soothes a black heart
    For what good is torture if has no gain
    Or tearful pleadings that come as it starts
    Master, order yon' demon band to play
    For I shall fly above and watch you dance
    Let us enjoy sadder cries on this day
    With evil's first bride, a little romance.

    Poe then rose to do as his pet wanted
    Poe laughed and said, Raven dear, please be nice
    Let not our blackened pride thus be flaunted
    When bit better decorum would suffice.
    With that he motioned demon band to play
    Its favorite and first great monstrous hit
    As waiting victims begged that they may
    Have some relief from their torturous fits.

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
    Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below)
    Part One...


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    Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
    (Part Two)


    Song over, Poe told demon band to leave
    And then pointed to the now empty stage
    Wretched souls, look as thy lost spirit grieves
    I present this new contest- all the rage
    Blood and gore will flame your dark desires
    Giving some respite from thy crying pleas
    In dire conflict, comes death and fire
    No weak romance, on love, birds and the bees

    Suddenly cast there a hero alive!
    In scant armor and flesh soaked in red blood
    How this mere mortal had fought to survive
    His legs covered in fresh, battlefield mud
    Slow to rise, but so defiantly proud
    His eyes gleaming with courage Heaven sent
    Then yet another crash so very loud
    From lightning, its power blasted and spent.

    From that flash came a monstrous beast so great
    With power from fangs and dagger-like claws
    Dragon of massive scale, thick armor plate
    Able to spew fire from massive jaws
    At first glance it sighted the hero there
    Bellowing out with its accursed breath
    From thy flesh my claws will now rip and tear
    until that mortal body meets thy death.

    Alas! Thy foul breath has no greater foe
    Its effects are horrendous unto me...
    Yet there is more than even you beast know-
    Stronger are roots from my ancestral tree
    Send forth thy evil, hottest flaming blast
    As my great shield in its glory holds true
    Thy fate, thy end has now came at long last
    This brighter new dawn, shall be your end too!

    Master Poe laughed with his booming voice
    Stepping back, giving their battle more room
    Announcing this is my gift, my first choice
    Entertaining you, pleasure seeing sweet doom
    This hero, with mercy I gave his shield
    And his scant armor to give him a chance
    Battling to the death, neither can yield
    Here comes blood and guts, no feeble romance!

    Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
    Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
    Part Two... Part Three to be written soon.

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    Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
    (Part Three)


    Poe slowly gave distance to this great fight
    With sweetest glee, his heart pounding its beat
    Glorious would be this blood flowing sight
    Better both should die, give beasts more to eat
    Dragon came forth, hero drew his sharp blade
    His weapon forged in Elves's hot fire
    Its razor-sharp steel, for monsters was made
    Recalls his vow after this to retire.

    Alas! A snake there at dragon's clawed feet
    Its fangs long and its slit-eyes cherry red
    Hissing, it raced forth to hero's blade meet
    Lightning fast swing, off came its giant head
    Dragon came, its tail gave a mighty crack
    Look out hero , cried hellish tortured group
    Hero just in time saw this quick attack
    Moving back to avoid that deadly swoop!

    Brave warrior now leaped from that bloody stage
    Lands closer to lost souls in heavy chains
    Dragon thwarted, bellows its fiery rage
    Releasing streams of its fire-born rains.
    Hero's shield covers him during that blast
    His body armor tho' scant did the trick
    Again he maneuvers forward so fast
    In his plunged sword through scales very thick.

    So nimble was this deep and deadly thrust
    Dragon felt it after it was too late
    Hero knowing time was right, death a must
    His true prayer, told him his win was Fate
    Then his razor-sharp sword found tender throat
    His vengeance increasing with each new breath
    Thrice with deeper hacks fallen neck he smote
    Separating head, sealing dragon's death!

    Then Master Poe gave out a mighty shout
    Steeping back on stage, on guts and gore
    Proclaiming this warrior true, brave and stout
    Telling lost souls, those claps, lets give him more
    With their chains rattling they did just as told
    Chanting hero, free us from this hell now
    You are ever faithful, valiant, strong and bold
    We beg of thee this, caring not the how!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2019
    Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
    Part Three...


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    I finished and presented at my home poetry site Part Three of my Poe and Raven series.

    My quote from my blog at the site --

    "Friends this morn I presented Part Three of my Poe and Raven series. I deliberately downplayed the Raven and its part in order to concentrate on Poe, humanity(the hero) and dragon the representation of hell, the evil and monstrous evil of the dark monsters that our minds envision in such dark and gory tales."

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    Date: 5/2/2019 4:21:00 PM
    If I do decide to continue this series the Raven will almost certainly return to
    play opposite of its now truly hideous and merciless Master Poe.

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    Also of note is that all three parts are matching mathematically- as all three are each
    Total # Syllables:400
    Total # Words:306
    Which now comes to a total of 1200 syllables
    And total of 918 words....
    Which if I continue to do the six parts as I had first planned
    the final total would be would be
    2400 syllables
    1836 words..
    I do this type of math in my poems as I love both math
    and the extra challenge it presents me..-Tyr
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    Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
    (Part Four)


    Dragon dead, headless, mired with black gore
    Hero replied to those chained in cold dark
    I am spent! My blade rests, fight I no more
    Pray I release, to surface I embark.
    This sojourn was from terror I once fled
    Payment for cowardice that once took me
    I can not free thee, as thee art all dead
    Alas! This my heart breaks, woe besets me!

    In malignant forests of poison dread
    Held firm by ash of cold, perished fires
    With beasts, demons, snakes and Poe in my head
    Fled I, to burn once on funeral pyres!
    Aghast at darkness, that this life invades
    Cherished memories overcome by black
    O' heart free a lost soul this dark charade
    Because of bravery, I fear I lack!

    Upon hearing such confession Poe said
    For truth's words I will unlock upper gate
    Hero you are mortal, here but not dead
    Know I too, am bound by powers of Fate.
    Raven will escort thee to earth above
    Thank we, savagery in thy bloody fight
    Heroism shown battle but not by love
    But instead by bravest warrior's great might!

    Raven take our guest to forest he left
    For our show he fought true and very well
    Tho' in heart, of Light's might he was bereft
    Such exists not in darkness, our true Hell.
    As Hero left, the condemned applauded
    Even they had some small shred of respect
    In their damn fires and pains they lauded
    Hero's memory they could not neglect!

    Poe stepping onto silent and bare stage
    Snapping his fingers to cast three red doors
    Declaring, each held a show all the rage
    Banned from Light and Earth, all its teeming shores.
    Their loudest moan approval, opens door three
    From tiny dark soft steps coming to fore
    Out came the beautiful Annabel Lee
    Then their cries, we want more bloody gore!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019
    Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
    Part Four...

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    Total # Words:306


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    Now With Increasing Darkness O'erhead

    Bleating at the rain, the despondent sheep
    Their days and nights aching in blinded sleep;
    Til masters, their dominated lives take
    With true evil, which they never forsake,
    For greed and lust demands taking it all-
    Easily destroying the weak and small,
    Bringing Death, leaving carcass bleached bones
    Forever lost, sad echoes of their moans,
    Knowing Time will erase signs of such deeds
    Hiding evil under soil and tall weeds;
    Nothing seen, nobody shall ever mourn
    Lives taken, far more than their fleece was shorn.
    Now with increasing darkness o'erhead,
    Storming skies rain upon its evil spread
    Cast into that fury, lies that expand
    Into hearts and souls, across blackened lands
    Once clear waters, now running with bright red
    As dark masters sleep safe in wicked beds-
    Dawns brings forth blacken shards of broken light
    Sheep yet living are thus denied true sight
    And into those fires, innocence is thrown,
    Truth is where truth dies, large monsters are grown
    In expanding darkness, higher flames shoot
    Hope is lost, its sweet dreams are made moot.

    Robert J. Lindley,
    5-11-2019
    Dark Rhyme, ( The Tragic Results When Mortals Become Blinded Sheep)


    (1.)*shorn:

    Sheep shearing is the process by which the woollen fleece of a sheep is cut off. The person who removes the sheep's wool is called a shearer. Typically each adult sheep is shorn once each year (a sheep may be said to have been "shorn" or "sheared", depending upon dialect).

    (2.) * o'erhead

    o'erhead-

    Definitions
    adjective, Contraction of , overhead.
    ********

    Note: As requested, I have paused my usual course taken, in order to compose this morn and present
    here a dark poem( written in a bit more classical style), one that represents truth and the current state of this dark world that is getting ever more dark. And in my estimation the poet that requested this from me is absolutely right, poetry needs more truth, even if it has to come by way of dark verses! I honor that request with this piece and pray that it may suffice..

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    *************************************

    When a poet I greatly respects asks me to write something, I tend to make a way to honor that request.
    Such was the case this morn , when I found and read a very long email addressed to me , its commentary that led to the requested poem.
    While Time is a precious commodity, so is truth and sincere respect and friendship... -Tyr
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    Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
    (Part Five) - Of Six Total


    Among the hideous, Poe's great love stood
    Annabel, her beauty shining so well
    Wretched souls glaring, free them if she could
    From agony of this malignant hell.
    She watched as Master Poe walked away
    Noticing his limping, unsteady gait
    And that broken smile as if to her say
    I am sorry at your accursed Fate.

    A glimpse of love and pity others lack
    Perhaps a glimmer of- its not too late
    Sweetest message- darling I want you back
    You will see my clever plan just you wait.
    Then onto the stage a small cage was brought
    Its covering removed, there hissed a snake
    With green dripping fangs, Annabel it sought
    She knew, her very life was at a stake!

    Seeing upon stage, black bag Poe had dropped
    She raced over to find short sword inside
    With it perhaps now the snake she could stop
    As it was flowing with its coming slide.
    Those watching this horrific scene went wild
    With swiftest motion cutting off its head
    Then overcome, she cried like a small child
    Asking, is it, really and truly dead?

    Its gushing black blood pouring at her feet
    Again the crowd, gave her cheering applause
    Such beloved hero to that snake defeat
    Then a booming voice caused all there to pause.
    The Hero had returned, sword in his hand
    Annabel to save, he ran to her side
    Shouting, my Fate, freeing all in this land
    No longer my destiny will I hide!

    With that heard, Poe every gate key threw
    Save one he had given Hero before
    Love had said, her release is overdue
    For its help, Poe fallen down to implore.
    Now poor wretched souls saw Hope was alive
    Raven was summoned to stop their mad flight
    Freedom's promise, on its lights they did thrive
    But Raven had great powers in his might!

    Robert J. Lindley, 5-13-2019
    Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
    Part Five... (Of 6 total)

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    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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