An Evening with Edgar (Repost)

Melancholy nights lit by candlelight
I sat with Edgar in silent repose
Brandy flowed freely as we sat
And discussed the finer points of
Poetry and prose

Edgar sat morosely and listened with content
As I deciphered the meaning of the Raven,
The oblong box, and the Rue Morgue incident
Without a sound he sat only briefly stirring
In our safe haven

Poets of Victorian times were discussed
I chatted profusely as I commanded the floor
There was talk of Emerson, Carroll, and even Baudelaire
But in the end it was my fondness for Poe
To which none of these could compare

Edgar nodded as if in humble acceptance
Moved slightly about in his seat
At last he cast an approving gaze my way
As if contemplating a reply, he concentrated on something distant
Perhaps on the night sky that was now turning to day

Dawn has broken I said to my dear friend
The brandy bottle now lies depleted
Without apropos to the how and when
This tell tale heart knows the night has ended
The "spectre of night has passed again"

I rose to greet the oncoming day and bid Edgar adieu
Said my farewell, for I must now retreat
He stretched as he stood to leave
Yawning and scratching, he jumped down on all fours
And like the cat he was, ran out the door and into the daylight

Wade A.