Well prepared; well delivered. Thanks so much. Though dark, Poe has been a comfort for my own dark times. You have brought that comfort so gently to the surface.
Edgar Alan Poe was inspired to write poems when he is drunk according to our literature teacher. Thank you my teacher. Thank you Lord for hearing this again.
As the thread recirculate by the knut unfold the course of the fan that hindered the balance of the pump the seal that connect the spring aligning the revolution as the minute roll thru the current of the unseen.
Long in gloom I sat with her, crying, wailing my heart and soul. For doom beat me to her - the beautiful, Elliva Tor - then I felt a hole, deep in my heart and soul. And as I cradled her humiliated corpse, thinking what horrors befell her, suddenly, I felt an ominous presence sneaking, its fowl stench creeping. Then my heart and soul started sinking and then I started thinking, what creature is this creaking, and what for does it loom before me and Elliva Tor? “No creature,” it said. “Crinus the Mor.” “Crinus the Mor?” I repeated. “Of terrible yore?” And then Crinus said, “Yes, you know me sure.” “Why, of course,” I said. “I have read your lore.” “Oh…then you must know the horrors that I bore.” “Yes…and still bear,” I snapped. As he chuckled and clapped. “And do you think I have come to ensnare?” “Or perhaps I have simply stumbled upon your lair?” “In witness of your dead friend…aww, so unfair.” “Do not mock my friend.” “It is not my intention to offend - only my hand I wish to lend.” As I turned, I discerned. Thick heavy rustling robes of rotten meat and flesh, fresh in my eyes now shot with threat. As I stared with regret at his grotesque rotting skull-like face. My fearful heart risking it all at its fastest pace. His eyes like red moons glaring, transfixing me. And now, in all this red terror, my deepest wish is to be free. And then Crinus said, “A deal I offer thee.” Then I thought, what deal hath he? Then Crinus said, “Your word, for the kingdom of darkness.” “My word, for the kingdom of darkness, where all lies heartless, surely you know I won’t accept such madness.” “In darkness and madness, I promise gladness.” “Never can my word remove this sadness.” “Forever, your word, will bring you solace, for the kingdom of darkness, for horror, for terror, for evil, for I, Crinus the Mor, shall avenge my greatest enemy, the most beautiful, most kindest, altruist, Elliva Tor.” And as I thought long and hard about his offer while he displayed infinite patience in total darkness, eventually, I gave my answer - or should I say, my word. “With the death of Elliva Tor, the kingdom of darkness has already risen. I demand that you remove the mask from the world, this lie of light. I demand you convince the world how ugly sin has made it. I demand that at men’s despair, you reject forgiveness, you reject mercy. I give you my word. In the name of Elliva Tor, purge.” And then Crinus placed his branch-like hand into his vile mouth, and pulled from the black abyss of his throat, a creature, so small in between his finger and thumb, so black, making such feeble unintelligible noises, flailing its many arms and legs. “What is that ghastly thing?” I asked. “A seed…and once planted, it will sing.” “Sing? A song…but what will it bring?” “Why…the kingdom of darkness, of course, and a new king.” Then he placed this tiny restless creature on Elliva’s ghostly chest, and then it started eating through her breast, burrowing deep inside. Then, as Elliva’s corpse started convulsing, there was a harrowing scream. What have I done, I thought. It seemed as if the world was about to end, if not now, then certainly soon. The ground shook violently. The light died, its best it tried. Darkness consuming all. Then…the darkness gave form - from Elliva, come - the kingdom of infinite horrors.
0:56 - Annabel Lee
2:58 - Romance
4:04 - A Valentine
5:13 - Raven
his poems are so beautiful in a creepy sort of way
I love Poe so much
YA'AT'EEH 🌷, I fell in 💙💕With POE over 50 years ago, And I find I💗💕him even more now 😊. Little Fawn
Lovely reading. Lovely poems.
Mr Peek's Poetry Noire Thank you!
I wish I could travel back and meet him
Well prepared; well delivered. Thanks so much. Though dark, Poe has been a comfort for my own dark times. You have brought that comfort so gently to the surface.
I love Annabel Lee!!
Edgar Alan Poe was inspired to write poems when he is drunk according to our literature teacher. Thank you my teacher. Thank you Lord for hearing this again.
This reality,my mentality,everything changes so rapidly,I'm ready for the never ending fire,dancing with my deepest dark desire
Brilliant
Amen to this theatre
thank you for this, also love this guy's voice
Beautiful voice I like to hear. Thank you.
These are great!
Poe is love Poe is life❤😍😍😍
As the thread recirculate by the knut unfold the course of the fan that hindered the balance of the pump the seal that connect the spring aligning the revolution as the minute roll thru the current of the unseen.
To Love and be Loved..
YeeeeeeeSssss!!! This is FUCKING AMAZING
Long in gloom I sat with her, crying, wailing my heart and soul.
For doom beat me to her - the beautiful, Elliva Tor - then I felt a hole, deep in my heart and soul.
And as I cradled her humiliated corpse, thinking what horrors befell her, suddenly, I felt an ominous presence sneaking, its fowl stench creeping.
Then my heart and soul started sinking and then I started thinking, what creature is this creaking, and what for does it loom before me and Elliva Tor?
“No creature,” it said. “Crinus the Mor.”
“Crinus the Mor?” I repeated. “Of terrible yore?”
And then Crinus said, “Yes, you know me sure.”
“Why, of course,” I said. “I have read your lore.”
“Oh…then you must know the horrors that I bore.”
“Yes…and still bear,” I snapped.
As he chuckled and clapped.
“And do you think I have come to ensnare?”
“Or perhaps I have simply stumbled upon your lair?”
“In witness of your dead friend…aww, so unfair.”
“Do not mock my friend.”
“It is not my intention to offend - only my hand I wish to lend.”
As I turned, I discerned.
Thick heavy rustling robes of rotten meat and flesh, fresh in my eyes now shot with threat.
As I stared with regret at his grotesque rotting skull-like face.
My fearful heart risking it all at its fastest pace.
His eyes like red moons glaring, transfixing me.
And now, in all this red terror, my deepest wish is to be free.
And then Crinus said, “A deal I offer thee.”
Then I thought, what deal hath he?
Then Crinus said, “Your word, for the kingdom of darkness.”
“My word, for the kingdom of darkness, where all lies heartless, surely you know I won’t accept such madness.”
“In darkness and madness, I promise gladness.”
“Never can my word remove this sadness.”
“Forever, your word, will bring you solace, for the kingdom of darkness, for horror, for terror, for evil, for I, Crinus the Mor, shall avenge my greatest enemy, the most beautiful, most kindest, altruist, Elliva Tor.”
And as I thought long and hard about his offer while he displayed infinite patience in total darkness, eventually, I gave my answer - or should I say, my word.
“With the death of Elliva Tor, the kingdom of darkness has already risen. I demand that you remove the mask from the world, this lie of light. I demand you convince the world how ugly sin has made it. I demand that at men’s despair, you reject forgiveness, you reject mercy. I give you my word. In the name of Elliva Tor, purge.”
And then Crinus placed his branch-like hand into his vile mouth, and pulled from the black abyss of his throat, a creature, so small in between his finger and thumb, so black, making such feeble unintelligible noises, flailing its many arms and legs.
“What is that ghastly thing?” I asked.
“A seed…and once planted, it will sing.”
“Sing? A song…but what will it bring?”
“Why…the kingdom of darkness, of course, and a new king.”
Then he placed this tiny restless creature on Elliva’s ghostly chest, and then it started eating through her breast, burrowing deep inside. Then, as Elliva’s corpse started convulsing, there was a harrowing scream.
What have I done, I thought.
It seemed as if the world was about to end, if not now, then certainly soon.
The ground shook violently.
The light died, its best it tried.
Darkness consuming all.
Then…the darkness gave form - from Elliva, come - the kingdom of infinite horrors.
I came for Edgar Allan Poe, not a fucking newsletter
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I read Annabel Lee in class
i feel like the raven with all its hyphen should have been read sort of frantically. i feel like the speaker supposed to sound some what neurotic..
Conorkennedy the Humming on wattpad is just like this guy.
Spooky scary
malachiJHC • Is your profile photo.
good
Thomas Blackburn Thank you!
Would you believe it, the gears of war trailer brought me here. "Rondevoue with death"
would you believe the twilight zone brought me here?
It's not as emotional when the person who didn't write it, reads it outloud😫
Yay Russians
Hahaha remember kids Dont like Trump
So relaxing