Poet's Un-Apology

Whistling winds rattling
Battling combatant unseen
Wailing limbs unlanding
Flailing and failing, falling
Taken when consciousness stalling
Cut like a puppet's strings
Plummet to relish the calming pains
Of the vultures songs sung circling
Crying you needn't wollow in misery
To follow the Gallows' mystery.
This time there will be no poet's apology.
Look past foolery of rhyme
This a eulogy of time
Captured essence lost in distance
Fading memory belies harmony
Armoury mines incise inside
Disguised minds chastised
By brisk wicked whistling
Winds wreaking havoc.
Remain melodramatic
This titanic, idiopathic
Poetic disease nearly at ease.
Poe's Raven crosses seas
Led by an incandescent haze
Through strange unbeatable maze.
Insidious it is to raise
Upon lascivious picture it shall gaze.
Somewhere outside a Raven
Doth not glide.