I hear the bells
I see Annabelle Lee
I walk within the fortress
of the kingdom by the sea

But, oh Mr. Poe,
or may I call you Edgar
forgive them
They get excited about the gore
They see blood
They like that you married your cousin
They don’t see themes
but they understand someone chopping up his wife.

They want facts
They want something concrete
It bothers them, the uncertainties.
Your biography is your greatest mystery,
the greatest story you composed.

Abide, abide
great Mysteries

Throw your arms up
in surrender
to the not-Knowing


~ by hannahcsykes on October 7, 2008.

One Response to “Tamerlane”

  1. LOVE IT!!! this is a great little snapshot šŸ™‚

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