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The Raven’s Hallow’een

[by Shannon Connor Winward]


—after Edgar Allan Poe

(for Joanne)


___Midnight in the cemetery, prowling, hunting, fat and merry

One black Cat grew rapt and wary, pausing on the bone yard floor.

___In the sky the moon hung low, setting earth and grave aglow;

___All gleamed white without shadow, but for a looming sycamore— Continue reading The Raven’s Hallow’een