Verse, As If Born From The Darkened Pen Of Poe

In the half-shadows, through low misty light
Lay perils of dark thought - born of late night
Echoes, distant whispers and so much more
Awaiting slumber, dreams to next explore
Such as fly forth with great terroristic glee
As if huge beasts wading from poison sea.

In the half-shadows, through dark surging rays
One finds fear, born of night not sunny day
Phantoms dancing to heart and soul invade
Ghastly, ravaging army on parade
Terror and angst- only mortals can conjure
All from blacken abyss- sent to injure.

In the half shadows, where pain is dark-seed
Always splattered red, as innocence bleeds
Wherein fear and doubt each quarrel to reign
Within castle walls, splashed with fresh stains
O' the pity, for hope is held at bay
For the show is always a bloody play.

In the half shadows, where soul is laid low
Are horrid fears, swirling about to grow
Winds and views - as if poet Poe had wrote
Ancient castles, ghosts, snake infested moats
Lands that terror flows and mortals await
World's evil touch, deep slashing hands of Fate.

In the half-shadows, through low misty light
Lay perils of dark thought - born of late night
Echoes, distant whispers and so much more
Awaiting slumber, dreams to next explore
Such as fly forth with great terroristic glee
As if huge beasts wading from poison sea.

Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme,
( From dreams, from lines read of Master Poe over these many decades )

Note: One
I was reading Poe last night, and somehow the dream that followed
tread into that darkened and murky realm. Of course, in the new light
of day- these verses were born with glimpses of that dream and its scenery.

""
Ex tenebris venit timor interior, qui inhabitat hominem et exspectat scaenam super qua ludendum est."" RJL

Note Two
https://poemuseum.org/the-fall-of-the-house-of-usher/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fa...House_of_Usher


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