My main man Wendell, over at Dell on Movies,is hosting a blogathon, with an idea rather groovy.
It's all about poetry, so I thought I'd give it a go,
I found a horror flick, about Edgar Allen Poe.
Featuring Lloyd Dobler, with a face that's unshaven,
I fired up Netflix, to experience The Raven.
Read on if you must, though this post might bore ya.
but participate you should, it might be good for ya..
Set in the last week, of Poe's cut-short life,we see the young author mired in strife.
He's back in Baltimore, his old neighborhood,
but despite being famous, not much else is good.
Poe is a drunk, his career has hit a wall,
But he has a sexy girl, to take to a ball.
Their relationship is solid, and they plan to wed,
but a killer is loose, and bitches be dead.
In addition to murder, this guy's a real jerk,
his outline for the killings? Is all of Poe's work.
The inspector is rattled, and utterly clueless,
So Poe has no choice, he's got to do this.
Time's running out, and he's taken Poe's lady,
this well-read nutcase, is all kinds of shady.
To say anymore, might be bad luck,
but this movie was shocking, in that it didn't suck.
Poe's character was endearing, and rather well-written,
and the girl who played Emily? Consider me smitten.
It's a little bit Misery, with equal parts Saw,
combine that with history, and there's hardly a flaw.
Clearly that's overselling it, 'cause perfect it ain't,
But I thought it would stink, like a dead poet's taint.
