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ITS ALL THAT I HAVE LEFT
 
(As told by Edgar Alan Poe)

It came to me one wint'ry night
And sat me down within my fright
Beside the hearth side fire.
With introduction to a sight
I had not seen until tonight,
It led me to inquire...

About the heavy box of gold
That sat beside me and I'm told,
Its presence brings a chill.
It seemed to speak sans any words
And by the candles' light I heard
A message of great ill.

With secrets bound by mortal cries
And fearful, tearful haunts and sighs,
It wearied me to death!
Beyond the grave....a photo torn,
Bequeathed to those who weep and mourn.
It's all that I have left!
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The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE

By MissSharon

© 2019 MissSharon (All rights reserved)

 

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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