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Mark's Pre-Tengaged Writings Series: Entry 6 - "Leaving Hell"

Jan 14, 2017 by Icarus_Mark
Today, we move out of the Tamarack poetry and onto something else.  In one assignment for English 102 back in the fall of 2010, I had to do a compare/contrast essay where you had to write 2 pieces of poetry and compare and contrast it with poems for 19th century American poets.  It did cause a bit of a minor inconvenience since there was really only one poem that fit the criteria I really go back to.  Thankfully, I had a plan that involved that poem, "The Raven" from Edgar Allen Poe.  Poe was actually one of my favorite historical American poets, so "The Raven" was an easy choice for me.

Today's poem is basically a combination of The Raven and Canto XIII of Dante's Inferno, a poem that did not fit the criteria that I really wanted to use.

"Leaving Hell"

A wanderer enters a dark forest, through a world of mourning
The trees and bushes plagued with thorns galore
No light pierced this sight, dark as night
He is lost, blind to the core
And even as he hears the hounds cry a roar
He could hear nothing more

Try as he may, he had no sense of way
No direction existed to steer him ashore
Yet he was not dead, or so has been said
To he that treads the forest floor
As his heart continues to implore
That he may know something more

"Oh Lord.  Give me light on this night to help my plight."
He prays, hoping his response takes him ashore
Predictably, nothing comes to cajole these beating drums
As a roller coaster in his body is circuited by his gore
Never-ending, never shown to the door
As it rushes he forevermore

A lone black bird then appears at a time believed to be years
Giant, bold, and unafraid to the core
Silence shows a reliance of this virtual defiance
It boasts a raven with a falcon's eyes and an eagle's roar
This new height will flawlessly soar
Sixteen feet and nothing more

Down it bends until it so ends
To meet his eyes with its head parallel to the floor
It dons an amiable gaze, but its mind is a maze
His heart skips furiously at the hands of his fiery gore
At the magnificence it gave, much like the ocean shore
From the bird that meant much more

"Get out.  Why here you wander about, lost scout?
You still live today and much your future has left in store.
This inferno is for me, not for thee.
Go.  Do something many generations can adore,
But go before th Harpies arrive from the Phlegethon next door."
This, the bird spoke with nothing more.

"Oh, good bird.  You speak most dear, yet I am lost.  How can I get out of here?"
He implores with streams flooding from eyes that can not explore
Eyes of a million years smears in the form of the raven's tears
"I will find a way for you to escape and explore
For you are my friend and I am yours to the core."
The bird promised this and nothing more.

He prepares to ascend his newfound friend
Until he is comfy among the feathers galore
Then a shrill bellow of banshees signals the return of the Harpies
And quick the bird began to soar
Out of the thorned forest that blinded he before
A place he is thankful to see nevermore

Hours later he awakes from the feathery shakes with repetitions of rakes
His eyes open, ready for his friend to assure
No danger alive can seek him out with strive
In the safety this beautiful giant bore
But the safety this beautiful giant bore
Can not stay here for much more

A hole above so white was, to he, blinding light
He had not seen this brightness through a long yore
For this light shining in this tree so bright lead to canopy of spectacular light
And he knew this journey would soon be o'er
That his search for his shore would soon be o'er
With his happiness set to begin forevermore

Knowing their time together would soon end, the raven spoke, "My friend.
We must part here.  For that I am sure
But always remember this.  Your memory will always be my bliss
And we have each other, even when your life is long yore."
Tears of joy gave him a joy he had not before bore
In this new world he would welcome forevermore

Standing in place, in an indescribable grace, their arms and wings embrace
Both spirits experiencing a brightness like never before
Then they separated and the wanderer, very much elated
Faced the new forest when his emotions got ready for a long outpour
His eotions prepared for a long outpour
In the world that was his forevermore

The raven sings a beautiful sound to crate a safe glass road to the ground
Revealing the next path the wanderer must explore
Then, with it readied its final words to the partner whose friendliness exceeded all words
"I must return home, but to you, I will rest assure
We shall be in our hearts in the years to come and explore
So fare thee well, friend, forevermore."

With a valiance that accompanied its brilliance and resilience
It by itself went down the way it had brought him up before
Then, as soon as the bird was gone, the wanderer knew he must carry on
With the life he has much yet to explore
And walked down the glass path that would lead him ashore
The world of the found forevermore

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Comments

:) nice
Sent by TheKevmiester,Jan 15, 2017

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