When Poetry is in Motion

I love Edgar Allan Poe.  When I read his poem, The Raven, during high school, I immediately fell in love.  So much so, that this poem continues to be my all-time favorite.  I bring him up because he often comes to mind this time of year. C’est la vie!

Well, my sweets, I have a treat for you that is sure to put you in the mood as we move closer to celebrating All Hallows.  [Interestingly, I was introduced to the following song when Sarah Jessica Parker sang it in one of my favorite “Halloween” motion pictures, Hocus Pocus.  Go figure.]

Anyhoo.

The song has been attributed to Edgar as a poem when in fact it was written by John Debney for the aforementioned movie.

Anyhoo. Again.

What I love about this poem is how much you can feel the torment that ran wild in the poet’s soul.

Perhaps, it was not torment at all.

Perhaps, the poet was conscious of this realm’s truth and wanted to lead others out.

Perhaps, this poem holds no meaning at all.

Come, little children
I’ll take thee away
into a land
of Enchantment

Come, little children
the time’s come to play
here in my garden
of Shadows

Follow, sweet children
I’ll show thee the way
through all the pain and
the Sorrows

Weep not, poor children
for life is this way
murdering beauty and
Passions

Hush now, dear children
it must be this way
too weary of life and
Deceptions

Rest now, my children
for soon we’ll away
into the calm and
the Quiet

Come, little children
I’ll take thee away
into a land
of Enchantment

Come, little children
the time’s come to play
here in my garden
of Shadows