After all Hallows Eve

Awoken to the sound of rustlin' leaves in my door
Left open from the macabre of yester ore
Shackled in a room of cold porcelain
Wretched and squirming ever  more

Poet's consider, yet stammer to confess
Banter and horror lies above the chest

Raven won best costume and salute
Brooded in the Cafe' of Halloween smoot

Resuscitation and recycled ole score
Barely hanging from becoming the floor

Snapping at not me, but a man I adored
They sneered and snapped to EVERMORE!

A riddle that left a mark on time and pen
Ever, to question the method of men

Seemingly the fan, the jester's muse
Actually it was I; that was not amused

Amongst in the audience; he watched me reiterate
His Legacy which actually, I hate to resuscitate
A mocking thing to I, was you see
Laboring out loud, Poe's immense symphony

Puppet no more was how the end went that  eve
Clutching his blood soaked heart in my hand, I never grieved!

Frozen forever in a time of EVERMORE
Will he ever refuse my advances

I say Nevermore!!