Layer upon layer of mold,
mildew, rust.
Trapped inside this prison of stone,
dampness, dust.
I shan't eat the food they lay across my lap,
nor drink the filthy water-
I hear a distant "tap."

"Tap, Tap, Tap." as Poe has said before,
yet death is not what grieves me,
nor loss of "Lenore."

"Tap, Tap, Tap." and louder as it came.
How had I gotten in here?
For what crime must I now pay?

For now I'm growing weary,
and I'm sure my ears deceive me,
for the "Tap, Tap, Tapping" is quite more than I can bear

Is it someone Else's chamber?
A loose key? An unlocked door?
Is it someone Else's mourning's?
"Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.""

Now the "Tap, Tap, Tapping"
turned to "Bang, Bang, Banging".
The world was growing dreary as I grasped my throbbing head.
A liquidity sensation
followed gasps of life's frustration
as i stared in wonder at the blood, dark red.

My thoughts have all escaped me,
and the wall's now streaked and sopped.
All efforts are concentrating
how the tapping noise had stopped.





Inspired by Edgar A. Poe's "The Raven"
 
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