Le Voyage Magnifique

One More Round

The ghost of Mister Poe whispers in my ear
about the never-ending tale of his crow.
Like a pair of young brothers who know no fear,
we share another bottle of fine Bordeaux
and fantasies grim as a funeral bier.

Mystic visions give way to sweet afterglow.
I think I shall savor one more round of cheer,
before the dawn comes and he must sadly go.


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Form is a split Strambotto Siciliano: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2013Challenge/form20.html#sic