Poe's endless rapping,his ceaseless tapping,
came not from some
blackbird mocking,
but his demons'
constant scratching.
Wine, ink, opium,
swirling and mingling,
our midnight reading
forever chilling.
The prompt for Day 10 was horror.
Labels: Poem A Day Challenge
1 Comments:
There's nothing more horrifying than our own demons. Bravo.
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