A Song of Obsidian (Edgar Allan Poe Tribute)

Upon one Night’s solemn, a dream caressed my soul darkly,
And I awoke with all light failing, dying in cold winds bewailing
“A ghostly curtain,” I declared!--beyond my window peering;--
A wanton Lover that beshrew my deepest slumber
To what pleasures might arise, before my last breath is taken--
Surely I will ponder in gardens bleeding obsidian

Twas a Winter’s song, I recall--she first loomed upon the ages;
A fable"wherest my skin still broods in those dark torn pages
My beloved once wed;--now an apparition wild and seething
Her beauty tis but a lament, forever lost in my soul, haunting--
This winged-Demon outside, dripping terror from the trees;--
Unto a night of dread--a tempest of ebon seas

Decay hath become wine thru many Moons bleak and passing
Yet this black figure threatens my carriage of madness;--
“I beseech thee,” she bemoaned, clad in crimson shadows
A Goddess or Demon, returned in naked prominence beguiling
‘Lust and seraphic-whispers forged in Acheronian lore--
Her lips bestow the Night evermore

Then this Nightly maiden--grim in my soul scarcely breathing--
Bore sadness and radiance as I stood there weary;"wishing ..
“Art thou Devil’s plume spilling upon my laden bed dreaming--
Tell me this Night hath neither glory nor Elysium!”
Far into my dying soul she plunged, upon this Witching hour--
Whisper’d she: “Your heart I yet drink and devour”

Lo a thousand winged-spectres filled all the horizons assailing
And here I shall sleep--in this sky dark’n deep--
For no morrow I dare seek--or prophet of a Love forsaken
Her blackness billows thru my veins and memories fleeting--
In a song of silence, my senses wane; o’er the Midnight shore--
Among the dead--I dream evermore


-- Arthur Crow © 2014