A few thoughts on Halloween with liberal influence and borrowing from Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven”.

Darkness There and Nothing More

The Vespa moved through the forest, on through the gloom and past the dying ember of the summer, while we pondered weak and weary, this is it and nothing more.

Just a few miles from this spot stands the Eutaw House.  Some folklore experts say Edgar Allen Poe spent the night on his way through the area and in that place inspired to write The Raven.

Dark and alone I strived to still my beating heart, was I hearing was it there, that tap, tap, tapping in the air.

Egg Hill Church

The silence was unbroken, no whispered word or echoed murmur, standing, listening but nevermore.

Some say this church is haunted though experts have debunked the story.  Still, coming upon it as the day grows dim and the wind picks up it’s hard not to feel a chill run through me.  For a moment I wished I had gone a different way.

On This Home by Horror Haunted

No raven was still sitting, nor speaking, tapping or shrieking nevermore.

Still, the graveyard outside the Egg Hill Church feels sad and lonely.  Graves from the 1800s.  Another from 2005.  And I’m left wondering of this place that looks so out of place in this modern world, perhaps more at home on the cover of a Black Sabbath album.  But the scooter swiftly moves along, the place sits silent as we go toward Halloween.

The Vespa flies from my soul and whispers softly “Nevermore”…