(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Tidal Flow

T ime is only in our fear,
I nto the darkness we plunge,
D eath and destruction reign,
A nd hell unleashes all fury,
L est the beasts be unburdened.

F orever they fight,
L eaving their logic behind,
O nly to find that the victim has arisen,
W hen the fighting began.

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Beautifully inscribed on death. Touching expression.
Oh the woe of Poe and his Triumph Paean - song of praise for their young wife's pasting. Sounds to have celebrated the requiem with euphoric and exaltation; and yet, with violently uses of the word raven. Word Master.
As with his other works Poe often made death a theme of most of his poems and short stories with masterful execution.
Death beauty with a tear! Thanks for sharing.
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