Horror and Thriller Poetry posted October 19, 2020

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The Raven

by Gypsy Blue Rose

*in memory of Dean Kuch*

Dark raven tapping
my door keeps me up all night,
a psychopomp bird

brings news from beyond
where Eleonora dwells
among soulless fiends

trapped in thick darkness
between heaven and hades,
river of silence

in purgatory, 
my beloved is waiting 
for me to join her.


A Nod to Poe writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Keeping Edgar Allan Poe in mind, create a poem of any style and any length that describes the nature of a creature or animal. The description can be real or imagined, but should evoke horror or suspense or mystery.

5/7/5 poems have 5 syllables on the first line, 7 on the second line, and 5 syllables in the third line. It's similar to haiku but with different rules.

My friend Dean Kuch loved Edgar Allan Poe and his writing had that Poe's style. He used to read the Raven to me. May he rest in peace. You can still read his work in fanstory.

-Psychopomp = someone who conducts spirits or souls to the other world
-Hades = hell
-Purgatory = a place in which the souls of the penitent are purified from venial sins,

Ravens are kind of creepy because of its black plumage, croaking call and diet of carrion, the raven is often associated with loss and ill omen. As a talking bird, the raven also represents prophecy and insight. Ravens in stories often act as psychopomps, connecting the material world with the world of spirits.

My poem is based on Edgar Allan Poe's famous poem, The Raven; and a short story, Eleonora, The story follows an unnamed narrator who lives with his cousin and aunt in "The Valley of the Many-Colored Grass", an idyllic paradise full of fragrant flowers, fantastic trees, and a "River of Silence". It remains untrodden by the footsteps of strangers and so they live isolated but happy. The story is based on his first love, with his cousin, Eleonora. more info

The Raven BY Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. more info
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