Week 22: Poe's key -- Bogdanowicz

By Adam Bogdanowicz
Renaissance School, Grade 5
Was it not the pitch-black smoke
That framed the golden windowsill?
Or if it was a moonbeam that shone,
The inky dark need not be scared.
Upon the sill, lay the golden thing
The raven carried off into the night.
Off it flew, wings beating like bellows
Against a fire. And just
As the domed horizon turned to light,
And the black-winged creature reached the nest,
Off it fell.
And the raven screeched and it seemed
so did the key.
