Poe's Liquid Lenore

With a whisper from his evil muse

The poet writes his sin

He tries to resist but can't refuse

The evil draws him in

Inspired by drink he writes of death

A raven becomes his choice

With rancid whiskey upon his breath

He gives his words a voice

He actually heard that raven speak

Like none he'd heard before

In whispers from a voice so weak

He heard him say Lenore

He tries his best but to no avail

The bottle he couldn't ignore

The spirits in the bottle fail

And again he hears Lenore

"Go way damn bird," the poet screams

But the raven stands his ground

He takes a drink from his bottle of dreams

Where the spirit of Lenore is found

One more sip is all it takes

As the words begin to blur

Night after night the bottle speaks

As the raven begins to stir

Reviews

[Monica]

Wow! Great write and nicely penned :)
I love Poe's work and really enjoyed how you put the Raven into words.
You captured my attention with the first stanza...and never let go!