'Alone' | Edgar Allan Poe | Poetry Reading

The poem "Alone", by Edgar Allan Poe.

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[starkiller]

That reading makes it so much creepier

[henrys]

Long in gloom I sat with her, crying, wailing my heart and soul.
For doom beat me to her – the beautiful, Elliva Tor – then I felt a hole, deep in my heart and soul.
And as I cradled her humiliated corpse, thinking what horrors befell her, suddenly, I felt an ominous presence sneaking, its fowl stench creeping.
Then my heart and soul started sinking and then I started thinking, what creature is this creaking, and what for does it loom before me and Elliva Tor?
“No creature, ” it said. “Crinus the Mor.”
“Crinus the Mor?” I repeated. “Of terrible yore?”
And then Crinus said, “Yes, you know me sure.”
“Why, of course, ” I said. “I have read your lore.”
“Oh…then you must know the horrors that I bore.”
“Yes…and still bear, ” I snapped.
As he chuckled and clapped.
“And do you think I have come to ensnare?”
“Or perhaps I have simply stumbled upon your lair?”
“In witness of your dead friend…aww, so unfair.”
“Do not mock my friend.”
“It is not my intention to offend – only my hand I wish to lend.”
As I turned, I discerned.
Thick heavy rustling robes of rotten meat and flesh, fresh in my eyes now shot with threat.
As I stared with regret at his grotesque rotting skull-like face.
My fearful heart risking it all at its fastest pace.
His eyes like red moons glaring, transfixing me.
And now, in all this red terror, my deepest wish is to be free.
And then Crinus said, “A deal I offer thee.”
Then I thought, what deal hath he?
Then Crinus said, “Your word, for the kingdom of darkness.”
“My word, for the kingdom of darkness, where all lies heartless, surely you know I won’t accept such madness.”
“In darkness and madness, I promise gladness.”
“Never can my word remove this sadness.”
“Forever, your word, will bring you solace, for the kingdom of darkness, for horror, for terror, for evil, for I, Crinus the Mor, shall avenge my greatest enemy, the most beautiful, most kindest, altruist, Elliva Tor.”
And as I thought long and hard about his offer while he displayed infinite patience in total darkness, eventually, I gave my answer – or should I say, my word.
“With the death of Elliva Tor, the kingdom of darkness has already risen. I demand that you remove the mask from the world, this lie of light. I demand you convince the world how ugly sin has made it. I demand that at men’s despair, you reject forgiveness, you reject mercy. I give you my word. In the name of Elliva Tor, purge.”
And then Crinus placed his branch-like hand into his vile mouth, and pulled from the black abyss of his throat, a creature, so small in between his finger and thumb, so black, making such feeble unintelligible noises, flailing its many arms and legs.
“What is that ghastly thing?” I asked.
“A seed…and once planted, it will sing.”
“Sing? A song…but what will it bring?”
“Why…the kingdom of darkness, of course, and a new king.”
Then he placed this tiny restless creature on Elliva’s ghostly chest, and then it started eating through her breast, burrowing deep inside. Then, as Elliva’s corpse started convulsing, there was a harrowing scream.
What have I done, I thought.
It seemed as if the world was about to end, if not now, then certainly soon.
The ground shook violently.
The light died, its best it tried.
Darkness consuming all.
Then…the darkness gave form – from Elliva, come – the kingdom of infinite horrors.

[SecretPoems]

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[erinbower]

I like the unique way that he used dashes and the imagery was fantastic!

[CountBeetle]

Perhaps one of the greatest ever penned

[tooniomescartoongamingchan]

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It has adjectives, metaphors, similes and onomatopoeia.

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[DiHeart]

My soul loves to hear secrets that are pure! Poem of this likes I just feel so delights!

[oddjobkia]

Beautiful reading.. try using a compressor I help with the clipping of t and d and p...

[russellrainey]

walks of laughter yet only mine is heard. The birds float and soar and not a word. My company has been no more. For quite sometime only the breeze and the rustle of trees have song to me. Without the answer of questioning the kettling of ones own beckoning I do sir bid you adieux.

[akerkeikramova]

Ummm, listen/watch in Russian poetry reading, it's amazing

[eleniallen]

Totally penetratingly deep. Thank you. XxxxX

[JWJ_Holloway]

This is one of my least favourite Edgar Allen Poe Poems. I just think that the rhymes don't really match the tone of the subject matter. Still really well put together Poetryzone :) I like it especially the voice ha

[wanyamuthimookariuki]

Kujaa uniike dawa macho sioni this is too small letters...

[theghostofsmokeyjoe]

Alone by Edgar Allan Poe, read by Kermit the frog (no hate, but I can't help but think it's Kermit reading it while listening to this)