An Old Darken Throne

 

I walked alone

by an old darken throne;

it had given me fright 

just of its sight,

 

I held on tight because I 

know I am going for a ride

of some other kind 

it will blow one’s mind,

 

my own tantalized soul

made no joke to what I hold

I stand so bold

to the man getting close,

 

He is dressed in all black suit

at first I thought I was seeing 

Edgar Allan Poe walking around

wearing a big old long hat on his head.

 

But when he stood so near 

I had gone to sleep 

into a very bad dream 

ravens where flying around

looking for the lost and found,

 

Pains started coming my way 

in a cloud of darkness 

deep within my soul 

my body started turning cold,

 

I walked alone 

to an old darken throne 

now became my home.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980