Edgar Allen Poe Parallel

Author's Note: This is a parallel piece to "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe. I used the same type of constructive format that he used (as in the dashes and the tone of voice). And while analyzing multiple pieces of Poe, I noticed his use of Greek and/or Roman mythology, so I decided to base this piece off of one. I hope you like it! Comment please!

A jolt of upright electricity

Pounding, rounding

About the edges of the shaft.

A gland or tear

Whoever my dear.

I sit upright and hold tight

The flannel clenches and knots of might.

Glancing to the storm, whoever may bore.

I see, shaking, shivering.

As I wind up the fears—the hopes!

I walk to the door.

Opening with creaks of mice

Rays never come, nor light.

Like whoever reigns above

Nor she may fall.

She is coming—oh dear

Oh why!

The mistress in gray Diana, say

Is about the clouds, the hunt.

Arrows of gland—or tears!

Pierce through my weary soul.

Above desired control.

Oh!

Why, Diana have you brought me this?

Oncoming—or questioning!

My resign of pure shiver.

But shall you deliver.

I hath not clench the flannel.

Pure silver and black,

Shed upon me—

Of lack or coal

My weary soul.

The croaks of the door

Pound and round about my shaft

Of a home.

And I am alone.